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beomiracles · 3 months

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hello I loved the beomgyu pic thin walls you posted. It was too good. Would you be open to do a pt2. where reader and beomgyu meet and do get along I feel like beomgyu would be super romantic towards the reader .....and not like what she thought he'd be like.

thin walls, pt.2

A/N ── dunno if I managed to fit as much romance in it but they def got closer heh ─ hope it can still live up to your expectations :3

pairing; beomgyuxfemale!reader warnings; masturbation, that's basically it, reader is lowk a little pervy but so is beomgyu?

"when your new neighbour moves in he disturbs your peace and quiet ── however not all noise is bad noise..." continuation to part one!

It had been four days since you'd caught your neighbour getting off to the thought of you, and it had been seven days since you had last seen each other. You were beginning to wonder if he avoided you, never once when you had left your apartment for work had you ran into each other, nor when you took out the trash or just left to run errands.

Two nights ago he'd had friends over, they were of course loud but you couldn't find it in you to go over and complain. You didn't know why but the thought of meeting your neighbour suddenly made you nervous, but that was silly, he should be the shameful one. He was after all, the one who'd been so shamelessly moaning you name just a few nights ago.

But apart from the night he'd had friends over Beomgyu's apartment had been radio silent. Doubt was creeping in on you, perhaps you'd been mistaken... That thought quickly made you shake your head, you knew what you had heard, you even...

Shaking your head you turned off the shower and got out. Pulling on your pyjamas you prepared for a cozy movie night, it was Friday after all, however when you went to turn on the Tv it just showed a blue screen with a bunch of weird texts which you couldn't seem to make out what they meant.

After frustratedly pushing every button on your remote control and even going as far as googling whatever the issue was, an idea suddenly popped into your head. Your neighbour had a whole playstation connected to his Tv so he should know what to do, right?

Biting your lip as you thought about going over there, it wasn't exactly late and from the three weeks you'd been neighbours you knew Beomgyu wasn't one turn in early. Giving yourself an encouraging nod you make your way over to his apartment, this time you make sure to wear a bit more.

Knocking softy at his door you wait for about thirty seconds before he opens. Raising his eyebrows in a surprised expression when he finds you out of all people by his door, "listen if you came to complain about noise then I can assure you-" you cut him off by shaking your head. Clearing your throat awkwardly, "I uh, I actually need your help."

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Turns out that Beomgyu is great with anything electronic, he easily fixes your problem and your Tv returns to its normal state. All the while he explains what he's doing and how you'll be able to solve it yourself as long as you press so and so buttons.

You try your best to keep up with his teaching but your eyes can't help but drift from the hand holding the remote control up to his forearm, over his biceps, across his chest... Whatever you had heard that night had certainly made you see him in a new light and you had no idea how to feel about it.

Hearing him speak so causally just now when he had been whimpering and moaning your name when he thought you couldn't hear made your stomach flutter in excitement.

"Y-Y/n..?" Beomgyu's voice made your eyes snap back up at him to find him shifting awkwardly under your stare. You clear your throat awkwardly, "yes sorry, you were saying?" He grins as he continues explaining the different buttons in the remote control in great detail and you can't help but realise how...nice, he actually is. You could admit that you'd had a few perceptions about him being some arrogant and cocky bastard but he turned out to be quite the opposite..

You thanked him immensely when he was done and promised to treat him to dinner as a thank you. Beomgyu accepted your offer with a grin. The two of you decided on the following Sunday and you felt excitement spread in your chest.

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That same night you had been awakened by familiar muffled noises coming from the apartment next to you. Biting your lip you shamelessly listened as Beomgyu got off on the thought of you in his bed. The quiet whimpers of your name spilling from his lips made you squeeze your legs together as arousal pooled between your legs.

Your window however had been ajar and a particular hard wind made your bedside lamp fall over, causing a loud thud to echo through your bedroom. The sounds of your neighbour vanished in an instant and for a few moments you didn't dare to move at all.

After what felt like ages you quietly got up to close your window, placing your lamp back on your bedside table before you got back into bed. Silence echoed and for the first time in a long while you wished for anything else then the silence you had once held so dearly.

Just as you were about to fall back asleep the small noises made by your neighbour could be heard once again, a grin crept up on your face has a hand slipped between your legs.

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Sunday rolled around which meant one thing, Beomgyu was coming over for dinner. You had already planned out the food you were having and went out the day before to get the groceries necessary. Beomgyu had been to your apartment when he'd helped you with your Tv meaning he'd seen the flat in one of its worse states, however you wanted to clean the place up this time and your afternoon was spent listening to music and cleaning.

Deeming the place to be fit for visitors you made your way to your kitchen to start preparing dinner. However you had barely pulled the groceries from the fridge when your apartment suddenly went dark. Frowning you tried the light switch a couple times before making your way to the closet next to your bathroom where the small electric cabinet was. You had experienced many power outages before and you knew exactly which plugs to pull to get the power back on.

Thinking maybe your system had become overheated and shut itself off as a precaution (which wasn't unusual), but when the light didn't turn back on you became slightly worried. It's not like you were afraid of the dark or anything, hell you slept in complete darkness, but there was just something eerie about power outages that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

Knocking softly on the front door to your neighbours apartment you take in a deep breath. The entire hallway is dark as well and you figure that the whole building must be out. You can't deny the relief that washes over you when Beomgyu opens the door, flash light shining right across your face.

"Ah shit, sorry," he mumbles as he turns the light away from your squinting face. "You're out of power too?" you ask rather stupidly since he's just flashed a fucking flashlight right in your face. Beomgyu nods "yeah, for about fifteen minutes or so.." he trails off as he notices your awkward stance.

"Do you, want to come in?"

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Beomgyu's apartment is an exact replica of yours, just mirrored. Though its interior surprises you, having expected it to be more of a man-cave filled with trash, the minimalistic and clean furniture made your eyes go wide. Noticing your look Beomgyu awkwardly cleared his throat, "I...I'm still waitin' on some more furniture to arrive," scratching the back of his head rather awkwardly he follows you into his living room.

"I like it," you say as you plop down on his couch, you can't help but wonder if he's aware of the fact that both your living- and bedrooms were wall to wall. "It's just," you pause trying to find the right words, "not what I expected I guess." He frowns but you catch the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "what'd you expect then?"

You scoff as you wave his question off, "it's besides the point," you shrug but your neighbour is persistent. "No, seriously tell me," he pouts as he crosses his arms. With a small roll of your eyes you sigh, "I expected more trash and less," she motions towards his living room, "whatever this is."

Beomgyu grins, "would that mean I exceeded your expectations, ma'am?"

You shoot him a glare, "I thought I told you to lay off the ma'am thing already." Your neighbour pretends as if he doesn't hear you and takes a seat on the couch next to you. "I guess dinner's gonna have to wait?" he asks tilting his head. You nod slowly, "yeah...unless, I mean," you shake your head, "nevermind".

"Unless what?" he frowns and lens closer making your heart skip a beat. Shaking your head you mumble out a quite "nothin", but Beomgyu doesn't give up. "Were you gonna ask me if I'd still like to have dinner with you, ma'am?" his grin only widens when he sees the way your cheeks heat up. Too flustered to even tell him off about the ma'am thing again you clear your throat awkwardly, "it doesn't really matter now thou-"

"I'd love to have dinner with you," Beomgyu says as he leans back on the couch, arms laying comfortably behind his head.

Blinking a few times before you realised what he'd meant you fumble for a response, "but we don't have any electricity or-" Beomgyu shakes his head, "you underestimate me", grinning he gets up from the couch and makes his way towards his kitchen.

Moments later he reappears, arms filled with plenty of snacks that didn't require any electricity to be edible. Plopping them down on the coffee table he adds, "I also got a shit ton of ice cream in my freezer that doesn't have electricity right now, so we better get to work".

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Eating and chatting with Beomgyu proved to be a rather fun past time and you wondered why you hadn't done this before. You found yourself laughing at his dry jokes and snarky remarks about whatever topic you were on.

Despite having very different lifestyles and interests your conversation never seemed to feel boring and before you knew it hours had passed.

As Beomgyu threw a glance at the clock you cleared your throat thinking maybe you'd overstayed your visit. "I, thank you so much for the food and just...everything really," you said a pink blush covering your cheeks as you finished your sentence.

Beomgyu nodded, your previous conversations had led to you mentioning how uncomfortable the power outage had made you feel, and right now you could feel your neighbour's eyes on you. "Will you be okay? I mean with like, going to sleep and stuff?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly.

Nervously chewing at your bottom lip you slowly nod, "I...think so," you tried shrugging it off, "not like I can make the power turn back on just like that anyways". You let out an awkward chuckle as you fiddle with the strands of your hair.

Even though your only source of light comes from the flashlight between the two of you, you can still see how Beomgyu shifts awkwardly on the couch, his confident grin faltering slightly as he speaks. "You could, I mean, if you want to you could...stay over?" he says sheepishly as he runs a hand through his hair.

Parting your lips in shock it takes you a moment to reply, Beomgyu on the other hand is faster, "I mean if you don't want to it's totally okay I understand really," he begins but is shortly cut off by your words as you look up at him, "if, if it's okay with you..?" you say somewhat awkward. Would it be weird to stay over at his place when you barely knew him, probably, however when placed next to the option of returning to your own apartment, the former was a clear winner.

Nodding almost eagerly at your response Beomgyu immediately is on his feet, "I'll go get some extra blankets and pillows". You smile and thank him as you run a hand through your hair. Biting your lower lip you watch him walk between his bedroom to the closet next to his bathroom a few times before stopping in the middle of the living room. Already knowing what he's about to say you stop him before he can get a word out, "I'll be fine on the couch, don't worry."

Beomgyu opens his mouth to reply but frowns, "are you sure, you can have my bed I don't mind," but you shake your head. "No don't be silly it's your bed, trust me this couch is more than enough," you pat the spot on the couch next to you as if to demonstrate and Beomgyu lets out a defeated sigh as he walks over and places the blankets down along with a few pillows.

Not only would you feel uncomfortable taking his bed from him when he was so kind as to let you stay over but the things you'd heard him do there, you don't think you could ever fall asleep.

The two of you get ready for bed in silence and exchange goodnights as Beomgyu softly shuts the door to his bedroom. Despite being alone in the dark living room you somehow felt a lot more at ease knowing you neighbour was just behind a door, it didn't take you long to fall into a deep slumber.

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It was still dark outside when you woke up from the urge of having to use the bathroom. Quietly you made your way across the living room over to the bathroom, to your delight the power seemed to have gotten back on during the night as a warm light greeted you when you opened the bathroom door.

After washing and drying your hands again you tiptoed your way back to the couch in an attempt not to wake Beomgyu, when you heard a noise coming from his bedroom as you passed his door you stilled. Holding your breath you thought you'd somehow managed to accidentally wake him despite your efforts to be quiet.

Though as you heard his soft moans echoing off the walls in the bedroom you immediately froze. It wasn't like you hadn't heard him before, and enjoyed it, but this time the sounds were so much closer, he was so much closer. You could clearly make out the way your name fell from his lips in quiet whimpers and even the rustling of sheets as he turned in bed.

This was probably the closest you would ever be, you thought. Without thinking about the matter further you pushed his bedroom door open. Your eyes had already adjusted to the dark on your small trip back from the bathroom and you could easily make out his figure on the bed.

Back pressed against the mattress, one of his legs in a hooked position as his foot dug into the bed, his right hand keeping a firm and steady pace on his leaking cock. His head was thrown back onto his pillow, adams apple bobbing as the same sinful noises you'd been hearing at night left his lips. Occasionally he'd buck his hips up into his hand followed by a grunt.

Standing in the doorway you felt your core throb at the sight in front of you, and he had yet to notice that you were there, too lost in his own pleasure. Slowly you crept forward until you were next to his bed, his eyes were closed as his face scrunched up in ecstasy. In the dark your hand finds his, wrapped around the head of his cock. His eyes snap open when you wrap your hand around his, stroking him slowly. "Need any help with that?" you ask, not exactly expecting a reply when he breathes out a soft,

"Yes please, ma'am".

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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3399

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains background/minor themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Series Masterpost for all chapters

2. Hazelnut Ganache Tart

Mary does sober up during her shift.

She feels kind of miserable, so she’s thankful that it’s a slow Monday. She’s also vaguely ashamed of how she’d shown up to work. It’s a new low, even for her. And then someone had seen her and called her out on it. It’s mortifying.

The encounter with Bucky preoccupies her thoughts all day, and she winds up burning a batch of croissants as she daydreams. She’s more careful after that, taking extra care with the assembly of her hazelnut ganache tarts.

Focusing on the intricate details of the pastries, on executing them perfectly, helps her to calm down and forget about the embarrassing encounter. For a little while at least. Alcohol would be better, and by the time she’s clocking out she’s already thinking about getting home so she can have the relief of a drink.

Or ten.

If anything, she throws back the first few even faster than usual, eager to wipe the memory of what’d happened that morning out of her mind.

Bucky, she thinks acerbically. What a stupid name.

And the nerve of him! To just assume those things about her. Has that loser never seen somebody hungover at work before? It's quite the presumptuous leap from that to … submissive.

‘Dominant’. Mary rolls her eyes. He could’ve just been making it up. Probably was. She’s certainly never met anybody who’s just come out and announced it the way he had. What a bizarre thing to do. It’s not like it’s something people go around broadcasting. It’s … well it’s a mental disorder, isn’t it?

They’d mentioned it in her Psych101 class back in college, but she’d dropped out before that semester was halfway through. Unable to help herself, she pulls out her phone and googles “Dominant,” then navigates to the Wikipedia page on “Dominant and Submissive Personality Disorder.” She winds up getting sucked into reading about it. But as soon as the article starts talking about the submissive subsection, she closes the browser in discomfort.

She remembers back to the encounter with that guy—Bucky. He hadn’t seemed like there was anything wrong with him (other than being bossy and intrusive as fuck). But where the heck did he get off throwing out psych diagnoses at total strangers? Mary's cheeks grow hot the more she thinks about his cocksure attitude and the pitying way he’d looked at her.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Doll.”

She remembers how he’d spoken to her, how he’d called her out on her behavior and spoken so assuredly, like he could see right into her. Like he knew all her secrets. It’d been unnerving.

Her pulse quickens as she thinks about it. The way his big hand had felt, wrapped so securely around her wrist. And how he’d squeezed her wrist—slowly, gently.

“Oh, honey. I think you are.”

Fuck, it’d made her knees go weak.

Sighing, she takes the bottle of vodka and her glass to the couch and plops down, using the remote to turn the tv onto YouTube. She starts up a playlist that she can lose herself in—music videos, stuff from all the tv shows she likes, edits, fail compilations, whatever. Maybe it’s pathetic that this is how she spends most nights, but there’s no one that she has to impress. And she can’t bear the feeling of being alone in her brain otherwise. At least this way everything is warm and entertaining. She pours herself a little more, throwing off the ratio of vodka to ginger ale, but the taste doesn't bother her nearly as much once she's on the third or fourth drink.

The bottle’s half empty, and she wonders if she’ll finish it. She’ll be drunk again at work tomorrow morning, if she does. Yikes. She’ll stop after two more. One more. Two more.

The bottle’s three-quarters empty and an Adam Lambert music video is blasting on the tv. He really is the most underappreciated vocalist of his generation! And he’s got such nice makeup, too …

Maybe she won’t even go to work tomorrow, Mary thinks manically. They don’t appreciate her there anyway. Maybe she’ll just stay here and drink the rest of this and enjoy herself until… until…

The bottle’s empty and the party’s in full swing. No worries though, she thinks, she’s got some of that nasty cheap rum in the back of the pantry. Blecgh. She orders DoorDash that she doesn’t really have the money to be wasting on, puts on makeup while lip syncing to the tv, and thinks about calling Chase to tell him what a loser he is and how glad she is that they broke up. Haven’t had to use this concealer to cover up anything but acne in over a year.

Rum isn’t so bad when you mix it with orange juice!

She gets on a depressing video kick. She bemoans the state of politics, then society, the world, her life. She goes through all the old pictures in her phone and gets pissed at the ones with Chase in them. She imagines running into her ex somewhere random, with a super hot new boyfriend on her arm. She imagines the dumbstruck expression he’d have on his face, and how she’d introduce her way-hotter new boyfriend to him.

Ohmygosh, Chase! How’ve you been?! Oh me? I’m doing great. This is Bucky, he’s a surgeon-slash-green beret-slash-musician. Ha! Yeah well we just got back from two months in the Bahamas, so that’s why we’re so tan.

It’s the rum, Mary decides. It makes her sad. She stops feeling fun and happy, and starts feeling lonely and morose. She finds the cardboard sleeve that Bucky had written that phone number on. Hell no, she’s not calling it. She’s got the internet. There’s tons of info online about this stuff that she can look up. Besides, it’s just curiosity. She’s not like him. She's not like that.

She googles BDSM disorder and clicks on the first search result, which winds up being porn. That’s a mistake, but then she decides to watch the porn anyway, because it’s sexy—plus, it's sort of educational, right?

The porn starts making her even more sad. She stares at the paper cup sleeve in her hand while some girl gets the tar beat out of her backside. The last video had been an over-the-lap spanking video—Mary had liked that one. But this doesn’t look nice at all. Especially when the guy switches to hitting her with a friggin’ stick.

Is this the sort of stuff Bucky likes to do? Jeez.

She has the receipt that Bucky wrote his own number on, too. On impulse, she pulls out her phone and starts to enter a new contact.

“Asshole Dom Bucky,” she mumbles as she types the words and saves the new contact number with a giggle. It takes more than one try, her fingers not hitting the right keys very often, but she gets it done.

She comes very, very close to calling Bucky, but winds up calling the hotline phone number instead at the last minute. She’ll whine and cry to them instead, she thinks. At least they’re strangers. She can tell them anything. It’s confidential, anonymous. They can’t tell anyone what she says.

A woman picks up the phone and greets her in a calm, friendly voice.

“Hello, my name is Sharon. I’m a volunteer counselor at the National Submissive Crisis Intervention Hotline.”

“Whatever,” Mary slurs. She is so drunk. She gulps more of her rum and OJ, thinks about going and getting the little razor blade that she only thinks about picking up when she’s wasted. Sometimes it feels nice to do something outrageous when she’s this sad. Nobody can stop her from it, and that feels nice, too. “M’not having a crisis,” she mumbles.

“Okay,” Sharon says, voice still so pleasant and accommodating. “What’s your name?”

“Mary.”

“Okay Mary. I’m glad you called. Would you like to talk to me about what you’re going through? We can talk about anything you’d like.”

“I’m not a freak,” Mary blurts out. “You know? Submissive, or whatever. I’m not. M’normal.”

“Okay,” Sharon says calmly. “Well just so you know, I’m not here to judge. I’m on the spectrum myself.”

Mary blows air through her teeth disdainfully—though deep down, she guesses it’s nice to know that. "So what," she mutters. "You're like, a submissive?

“I’m actually dominant, but I’m not going to do anything to try and boss you around or control you. I’m just here to listen to and support you.”

“Oh.” She looks down at her glass, feeling like she doesn’t even want to finish drinking it. She’s tired … And sad. “Kay,” she mumbles. “Well I’m not. Like that.”

“You don’t think you have a designation disorder."

Designation disorder, pfft. Mary scoffs again. “Yeah, no.”

“Then why did you call tonight? Do you need someone to talk to?”

She grumbles unintelligibly, then repeats herself when the woman on the phone prompts her. “Some guy just gave me this number. He said that I was.”

“He said that you were what, Honey?”

“… Submissive.” She says the word quietly, embarrassed of it. “But what does he know, right?” She huffs. “Fucking stranger. He doesn’t know me.”

“Okay. What are you going through tonight?” Sharon asks, still sounding kind but also mildly worried. “Do you want to talk about that? About what made you call the hotline?”

Mary sniffles, feeling stupid. She’s suddenly tearing up and she doesn’t even know why. She wipes her eyes hastily and takes another big sip of her drink. “I’m drinking,” she says tearfully, bluntly, expecting to be scolded for it. "M'drunk."

“Okay,” Sharon says. She doesn’t sound mad. “Okay Mary, are you by yourself right now?”

“Yeah. M’in my apartment.”

“Okay. Okay. … Do you drink alone there often?”

Oh. That hits hard for some reason, and suddenly Mary’s crying, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to hold back a sob.

“Mary? Are you there, Honey?”

Honey. Mary cries harder. That's what Bucky had called her. She likes hearing it, but also she feels desperately sad because it reminds her about how she’s all alone and doesn’t have someone to call her ‘Honey’ or ‘Doll’ or ‘good girl’. And nobody’s ever spanked her over their lap, either.

“Mary?”

“Yeah,” she says, voice all choked up. “Yeah, m’here.”

“Okay. Good.” Mary can hear the sound of typing on the other end of the line. “How are you feeling Mary? Do you think we could make a plan together? Maybe drink some water and get you ready for bed? It’s late. You must be tired, huh?”

Mary sniffles. “Um,”

“It’d make me so happy if we could make a plan, Mary. Would you do that for me?”

“... Yeah.”

“Oh, that’s so great. Good girl.”

Mary’s face crumples. She’s not a good girl. She’s not good at all!

Sharon hears her crying harder and asks worriedly what’s wrong. “Mary,” she says, voice sharper—stern-sounding. “Mary, you need to talk to me and tell me what’s happening.”

“Sh-sharon?” Mary cries. “What I tell you is private, right? You won’t tell anyone or report me, will you?”

“... The goal is to keep you safe, Honey. I’m here to help you do that,” Sharon says. “You can tell me anything you want to. I’m here to listen, remember?”

She sounds so kind and caring, so steady, and it makes Mary want to tell her everything. It’s been so hard, not having anyone to talk to. And anyway she’s already crying at this point, and it feels good in that way that crying sometimes does, so she might as well. It’s confidential.

She takes a deep breath, takes another big gulp from her glass, and starts spilling her guts to this stranger named Sharon over the phone.

Bucky’s phone rings early in the morning. He groans as he wakes up, grumpily reaching for it. He peeks at the red numbers of the alarm clock over on Steve’s side of the bed: 4:30 AM.

If this is a robocall this early in the morning, he’s going to be tempted to commit capital murder. “Hello?” he rasps.

“Hello. Is this, um … ‘Bucky’?”

It’s a man’s voice. Bucky squints blearily up at the bedroom’s popcorn ceiling. “Yeah? Who is this?”

“Sir, my name is Officer Santiago with the New York Police Department. I’m calling from Holy Cross Hospital.”

“Hospital?” Bucky says, more alert at hearing that. “You’re a cop?” Why is a cop calling him? Bucky can’t think of a good reason.

“Yes Sir.”

He sits up in the bed. Beside him, Steve starts waking up, too. “Mmph, who is it?” he asks sleepily.

“What’s happened?” Bucky asks, dread already curling in his gut, imagining who could be hurt or dead at the hospital that they’re calling him at this hour …

“We have a woman here,” the officer says. “She called a crisis hotline. The operator was worried about her safety, she contacted us.”

“Those hotlines are supposed to be confidential,” Bucky growls.

“She was making threats of self harm. We had to pick her up. We’ve got her down here at the E.R. at Holy Cross. Involuntary hold.”

“Wait a minute ... What was the hotline she called?” Bucky asks, as the thought occurs to him and he hopes he’s wrong. “It wasn’t a D/s hotline, was it?”

Beside him in the bed, Steve is grimacing and rubbing his eyes. “Babe?”

“Some submissive crisis line, yeah,” the officer says.

Bucky’s heart sinks. The woman from the coffee shop yesterday. “Mary,” he murmurs, remembering how neat and cute her handwriting was on her nametag and on the side of his to-go cup. “Shit,” he says.

“She’s stable. She has minor self-inflicted injuries but nothing life threatening. We found your number in her phone.” Here is where the officer starts to sound uneasy. “You’re listed here as her, um … her Dom.”

“I … am?” Bucky’s eyebrows climb his forehead. He hadn’t thought the girl would keep his cell number, let alone save him as a contact. He’d thought he’d pissed her off, that she was too proud, too mortified.

“Babe, who is it?” Steve asks, awake now and frowning at Bucky in concern. He can tell something’s wrong. Bucky shushes him with a gesture and Steve’s face flashes with annoyance. Bucky gives him an apologetic wince.

“Specifically, you’re listed under ‘Asshole Dom Bucky’.” The officer clears his throat uncomfortably. “She wouldn’t give us a number to call, and department policy is to contact designation partners, if possible.”

Bucky opens his mouth to tell the officer that he’s not Mary’s partner, that he doesn’t even really know her. But he stops himself, thinking about what happens to subs who get dragged into the E.R. and go unclaimed. “I … yeah,” he hedges. “Yeah, that’s me.” After an awkward pause and feeling guilty for the lie, he checks, “You said she’s okay?”

“Yes. She’s pretty upset, and intoxicated. But the doctor checked her out and said she’s okay. Well … physically-speaking,” he adds awkwardly. “They’re ready to admit her.”

“Psych unit?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky sighs. “No. That’s not good. It’d be better if I came and got her.”

“Okay.” The officer sounds relieved. “She uh, she’s pretty upset.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that,” Bucky says. “What does that mean? Is she frantic?”

“She’s angry,” the officer says, and it sounds like he’s trying to keep his voice low now. Bucky wonders if Mary is somewhere in the near vicinity of the officer. “Drunk and super pissed. Belligerent.”

“Is she restrained right now?” Bucky asks, worried.

“Yeah. Cuffed to the bed.”

Bucky grits his teeth. “She shouldn’t be restrained by a stranger. It’s not healthy for her. Can't you just watch her?”

“Sorry Sir, that’s our policy when we bring in the involuntary cases. We have to do it.”

Bucky is already up and heading to the closet to grab clothes. “Okay,” he says curtly. “I’m coming to get her. I’ll be there within the hour.”

The officer thanks him and Bucky hangs up. He looks back at Steve, who is propped up on his side and staring at him in something close to shock.

“Buck, what the hell?”

Bucky winces and goes back to the bed. He climbs up and takes Steve’s hand. Steve isn’t on the spectrum, but his dynamic with Bucky has always been more on the subservient side. Bucky sees that he’s not mad, is just waiting for an explanation, so he takes a breath and tells him, “You remember the woman I told you about? The one at the coffee shop?”

Steve nods. “The lemon tarts.”

“Yeah, her. She’s in the hospital. A psych hold, that was the NYPD on the phone. Somehow they think I’m her Dom, and she’s being difficult. Won’t give ‘em a name of anybody they can release her to.”

“Oh, man.” Steve is well-educated on the intricacies of Designated people: He’s married to one, after all.

“Baby.” Bucky rubs the back of Steve’s hand. “I have to go get her.”

“You don’t ‘have’ to,” Steve corrects. He looks at Bucky knowingly. “But you want to, don’t you?”

Bucky doesn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or not. “I … yeah. I want to.” He and Steve have talked about the possibility of bringing another person into their marriage one day, a submissive to meet Bucky’s needs. Steve has always been open to the idea, especially since they’re both bisexual.

“We gonna try and make that work out?”

Bucky scoffs. “That’s way down the road.”

“But it would be good for you too, wouldn’t it?”

He shrugs, and then admits, “Yeah, probably.” Bucky’s what’s known as a ‘high needs’ dominant. The condition affects him more severely than it does others. He tries to figure out if Steve is at all upset by what they’re discussing. “It’s crazy, I know,” he says. “Not exactly what we always talked about. We don’t even know her.”

“But she’s in trouble,” Steve says. “And you were drawn to her.”

Bucky sighs. “Yeah. I don’t think she has anyone else to go to. And they’re talking about admitting her to the psych unit.”

“That’s not good, is it?”

“No. They won’t have the knowledge to help her. Places like that tend to use meds first and ask questions second.” He sees Steve’s wince and nods. “It could definitely make things worse.”

“What’s wrong with her? Subdrop?”

“I don’t know. Cop said she was self-harming and drinking. That’s all I know so far.”

Steve nods. “Can I go with you?” he looks hopeful and ready to jump into action, and Bucky is surprised—even though he knows he shouldn’t be.

“Babe, you want to do this? Bring her home? Take care of her?”

Steve nods, stalwart. “We should try. It’s the best option she has. If it works out, great. And if not … well we can get her the help she needs, at least.”

Bucky nods. Steve is on-board. He doesn’t think this is stupid, or crazy. Bucky’s chest swells with affection for him. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Steve leans over and kisses him on the mouth. “I trust you,” he says. “And I love you.”

Bucky smiles, stupidly in-love with his husband. “Love you too, Stevie.”

They kiss once more, and then Steve is pulling back and clapping his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get going if we’re really doing this.” He hefts himself out of the bed, moving with purpose. “She’s waiting for us.”

Us, Bucky thinks happily, realizing that it’s true: They’re husbands—soulmates, in his opinion. They’re partners, an inseparable unit ever since the day they got married, and they do everything together. So it’ll be the two of them taking care of this woman together. They’ll be a team, each giving her what she needs in their own ways. And maybe it’ll go somewhere, who knows? Thinking about it makes Bucky feel settled and satisfied inside, the barest ghost of the sort of feeling he gets from domming someone.

Impulsive as it is, he’s got a hunch that this is the right decision.

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Forever my girl | Jamie Drysdale: One

summary: when the news hits, Jamie has to go home

first few chapters are gonna be short!

Jamie just got done playing three back to back games, ended up at the club now he’s got a blonde in his bed he doesn’t know the name of.

The tv was still on from last night, he doesn’t like having to listen to them talk to him when he’s just trying to get laid.

The news was playing and through his sleep covered eyes he saw something familiar, his hockey rink. His home hockey rink.

He reached over the girl and grabbed the remote, turning it up.

“Last night around 11:35 locals witnessed the car flip after sliding on the ice after colliding with a drunk driver, The driver was pronounced dead at the scene. The driver, Ryan was from port hope known to locals as just simply hope, they will hold a vigil tomorrow for the deceased”

He watched the picture on the screen, Ryan, his best friend. Dead.

Jamie moved himself out of the bed to pick up his phone, googling the news for more information.

Then he called the team

“I gotta take a few days off”

“Jamie, what we’re literally in the run up to the playoffs you can’t just leave”

“I’ve got some stuff to deal with at home, I’ll be back in a week” He snapped “Listen… I have to go, I’m not asking I’m telling you”

Then he slipped out the room, leaving the girl alone in the bed with a couple hundred dollar bills on the nightstand with a note ‘for an uber’

The whole time he was in the airport, he was ignoring the phone calls and text messages from personnel and teammates asking him if he’d lost his mind and that he had to come back to Anaheim.

You were getting Billie ready for the vigil “Do I gots to wear this dress, mama?”

“Yes, uncle Ry loved this dress on you babygirl”

She sighs “I miss him”

And you smile softly and kiss her nose “we’re all gonna miss him sweetpea, now let’s go or we’ll be late”

She nods and holds your hand, squeezing it

“C’mon let’s go”

You were still running late, regardless of trying to get there on time. You only had enough time to park the car before pulling Billie out and running to the church.

“C’mon now and your remember when we get in there you give- oh!” Turning into the stairs of the church you stumbled over someone sitting on the stairs.

You stood back “I’m so sor-“

Your words failed you as you made eye contact with him. Neither of you said anything, you just pushed Billie “C’mon”

Inside the church, you sat by Charlie, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head before you said “Jamie’s here”

“What?”

“Jamie… he’s outside”

You saw the way Charlie held onto Billie’s arm, almost subconsciously his way of protecting his niece from his brother.

After a lot of tears and shared stories of who Ryan was, you were leaving the church listening to Billie tell you how much she loved him.

You saw Jamie sitting on the bench on the other side of the garden.

“Can you take Billie?” You ask Charlie who nods and says “Y/N you don’t have to-“

You were already half way across the front lawn by then, Jamie stood up now waiting for you to come over

“Hey y/n-“ his sentence was cut off by your hand slapping him across the face.

“You shouldn’t be here, Drysdale”

hi jamie. it’s me, y/n

I’m calling, again. you haven’t called me back yet but I’ve got something really important to tell you so please I’m begging you to just call me back. please. I love you, whatever has happened we can work through it together I promise you that whatever you have to say won’t shock you half as much as what I’ve got to say.

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smooth-perceval · 10 months

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“My love, my life.”

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART THREE

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Max runs once again, leaving you questioning his true intentions. It wasn’t until Lando invited you along to Silverstone, home GP, you finally understand what’s going on.

Warnings: swearing, angst, Max being a dick, Max&Kelly together, fake relationship, mentions of J.Verstappen, Google translate, no proof read, my bad writing.

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (Your last name)

Word count: 3,256

A/N: So I put ‘Max&Kelly’ as a warning, not because I dislike any present or previous wags, it’s just like a pre warning that Max is not ‘solo’ I suppose- it’s just there so we’re not shocked when it happens. 🌝 Hope you enjoy 👀 let’s pretend the photo of Lissie is us 🙂

Well once again Max went awol… and I was finally washing my hands with him, the hot and cold, cat and mouse it wasn’t going to end well- it never does.

He won the Canadian GP, and out of pure kindness I sent him a congratulations message… only for it to be seen and not responded to.

That’s when I knew Max was only down for one thing- and every word he said was pure bullshit.

Lando kept me updated on everything happening around the paddock, a few times mentioning Max, sure I wanted to know how he was… what he was up to… why has he just left so much stuff unsaid… why the fuck is he leaving me in the dark- but instead of asking- I would simply type back a short message, or a little smile and nod of my head…

“Landiniho 🏎️”

I’m gonna ft in 5 x

Sending a quick reply, I held my phone nearby grabbing the tv remote and turning the volume down.

Within less that 5 minutes Lando was calling. And just as quickly I answered, both smiling wide at each other.

“Hey, what are you doing next week?”

“Hello to you to Lan-” laughing a little I then shrugged my shoulders picking at the cushion next to me. “Nothing planned- except watching your home race.” Smiling a little I side eyed him. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Quickly waving me off, I then noticed the background of where he was- he wasn’t even in his hotel room but sitting in the lobby.

“How about you come with me to Silverstone?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, before laughing a little.

“Come back home…?” Humming I titled my head- it seemed quite a simple answer… I could see my parents, visit some friends… and I can be with company instead of alone at home.

“Yeah, back home!” He sat up straight already knowing my answer.

“Okay, you’ll come with me to my parents right?…” he nodded his head quickly.

“I haven’t seen them in ages… so your gonna definitely come?”

“Yes, I suppose soooo…” rolling my eyes playfully with a smile.

“Okay good! I’ll sort everything out just get packed cause I kinda need to fly you out like tomorrow…” nodding my head slowly, “I’ll have to bring all my work stuff Lan- laptop the lot…” mumbling I start shuffling some paperwork together.

“That’s fine- just get pac- yeah?” He turned away from the camera looking over at someone else.

“Yeah- she is coming to Silverstone…” furrowing my eyebrows my eyes darted around the screen to try and see who his talking to.

“No. Call her yourself.” Lando moved his phone now I was looking over his shoulder at the seat behind him.

“No.”

“Lan- what’s going on.” Quickly moving the phone back to his face.

“I’ll text you the details- I’ve gotta go… Max fuck of-” the call ended, leaving me sitting there confused and in shock.

Lando was right he can call me himself… why wouldn’t he just pick up his own phone and dial my number… dickhead.

Shaking my head I tossed my phone aside going upstairs to start packing, I packed enough for a week, hoping to spend enough time with family, and packing a separate bag for all my work stuff. The perks of working from home!

Within the hour Lando sent me all the details over telling me he will meet me at the airport, him only arriving around 30 minutes before me.

When laying in bed I could only think what Max had wanted… why was he trying to take Lando’s phone, why couldn’t he just call me himself or even text… I tossed and turned before finally rocking myself to sleep. I guess I’ll soon find out.

** 6:15 A.M **

The sound of my alarm cracked through my dreams pulling me back to reality, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light creeping in my room.

Switching the alarm off I slowly climbed out of my bed getting ready for the airport. I should’ve gone to bed earlier… my body ached- and I felt my stomach churn, making quick effort to go down and get my anti-sickness tablets taking one and stuffing the rest in my carry on.

Anti-sickness tablets are like my breakfast at the moment… the first thing I take when I wake up. It’s now somewhat a routine, this baby is really doing it’s number on me, if I wasn’t tired all the time and being sick, I was angry or crying…

Now I’m sitting at roughly 8 or 9 weeks, a few more weeks and I get to see the baby again- and I cannot wait. It’s crazy to think what a woman’s body is capable of doing-

I was away with the fairy’s while walking through the airport, checking my suitcases e.t.c, e.t.c. I could only imagine what it will be like when I’m home with my parents, seeing Lando again, old friends… hopefully Max.

Just to know what went on- what I did wrong to make him ignore me like he has… just curious.

When on the plane I got some extra sleep, not that I could help it. Like I said I am exhausted all the time… I dozed off as soon as I put my seatbelt on, missing the takeoff and only woke up just before landing. And even now I could just shut my eyes again…

Widening my eyes forcing them awake, I rubbed my face looking out the window.

Back in England, it was summertime here… and it was lovely.

As soon as I left the plane I felt the sun kiss my cheeks.

Perfect.

I sent Lando a message saying I had landed and asking where to meet him, but as soon as I looked up from my phone he was already waiting there at the gate. Cap pulled down, sunglasses on, and even in this weather a hoodie pulled right up to try and cover as much of his face as possible.

Smiling a little I rushed over to him arms open wide forgetting my suitcases and bags behind me as they cluttered to the floor.

“Back home babbyyy!” Gripping him tightly, he let out a laugh practically throwing us side to side, before resting me back onto my feet.

“Welcome home.” He smiled once again, and as if we was little kids we both started jumping on the spot, falling back into a tight embrace “oh I’ve missed it.” Pulling away I ran over collecting my items, following Lando out the airport.

The whole time telling him all the new things I’ve discovered with the pregnancy. Like morning sickness really isn’t just ‘morning sickness.’ Well I mean I new that weeks ago… but still. It should be called any time of the day sickness.

Lando chipped in asking little questions here and there, before the big question landed.

“What’s Max been like with it all? Has he been encouraging?” Nudging me with a slight tease in his voice. But it only cause my smile to drop slowly.

“I haven’t heard from him…” Lando spun around from facing the car staring at me. “You haven’t? Didn’t you guys sort it all a few weeks ago?” I started chewing at my bottom lip nervously, quickly thanking one of the airport staff for putting my bags in the car.

“Sort of…” I wiped my hands on myself, clearing my throat and climbing into the car. Ignoring the stare off Lando.

“Sort of?” As if he knew the answer he shook his head.

“So you went back to square one.”

“Lan I don’t need the lecture. It was my own fault this time.” Sighing I rubbed my temple leaning my head against the window.

“I’m not… okay, sorry. I’m sorry.” Touching my arm gently I turned looking at him, before he pulled me into a hug. “It’s gonna be alright you know.” I only responded with a slightly nod of my head. “Just wish he would want this as much as I do… but I can’t force him…”

Rubbing my back gently he pulled away with a reassuring smile. “His just an odd guy, I’m sure his just worried okay… but you can do this.”

Pausing for a moment “Y/N and uncle Lando right?”

Laughing a little I nod my head. “Yes, yes unless I give the rights to Charles”

Lando let out a fake gasp before leaning back in his seat. “Don’t ever threaten my uncle rights again.” Smiling to myself I looked back out the window. The driver slowly pulling away.

Lando slept most of the journey- and sure I was a little nosey when his phone kept going off… side eyeing it, I see Max blowing his phone up… and I could only wish it was mine- even at the sight of his name, I felt tingles all over my body. Like his touched had once burned on me.

Sighing at myself, I shuffled closer to Lando resting my head against his shoulder. Slowly closing my eyes and letting my worries got with it.

My worries being facing Max.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” repeatedly with each time he said my name Lando poked my forehead.

Flinching slightly when he poked again I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes.

“Your so fucking annoying…” my voice was hoarse and barely audible from the sleep.

“We’re here!” Smiling excitedly he climbs out the car quickly, first thought was him going over to fans and taking photos.

Sighing once again I make sure I looked like hadn’t just woken up- before climbing out behind him, I start helping getting out bags out, when Lando comes over quickly grabbing both the heavy suitcases.

“You can’t lift heavy things remember-”

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I pull the handle of my suitcases up and roll into the hotel, giving a few small waves to shouting fans of Lando’s.

Finally getting up to my room, Lando only a few doors down. I flopped onto the bed letting out a happy groan, from my aching body.

Pulling my phone out I read some messages, before going into insta and putting a post up.

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Sky was painted for you Landiniho 🧡

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And finally I was able to relax, I planned on visiting my parents after Sundays race, as everything leading up to then is crazy- and I didn’t want to drag Lando down to them while the weekend commenced.

It wasn’t long before Lando was knocking the door and demanding I opened it.

“What?” Annoyed I glared at him the door nearly hitting the wall as I pulled it open.

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat-” if he wasn’t offering food I probably would have strangled him… however he did, so he dodge a bullet.

In silence I grabbed my room key, phone, and other necessities before following Lando down to the elevator. “Can we go to the lovely restaurant down the road?” Looking over at Lando excitedly, smiling he nodded his head pressing for the ground floor. And as if on cue my belly started to grumble. Which only made us both burst into laughter.

Dinner was lovely, me and Lan spent the evening joking around and just enjoying company of one another- it washed away all my nerves, and I finally felt at ease being back home.

With arms linked we took a slow walk back to the hotel, and just for once I felt like the world seemed to get off my shoulders.

“Don’t you ever think to move back home? And raise the baby here?”

I come to an abrupt stop before continuing to walk with him- like I was reseted. “I never thought of it…” mumbling quietly to him I rest my head against his arm. “Monaco is my home too-”

“But- I mean this in the nicest way…”

Stopping himself he turns looking down at me. “You have nobody in Monaco.”

And there it was, the weight of the world again, I know he means well but it was sure a kick in the gut when he said it…

“I have you?”

“I’m not always there-”

“I’m fine, by myself.”

“But what about if you ever need anyone? What about when you go into labour?” Lando started walking again arm slung over my shoulders.

“I do have some friends there.”

“Friends that you can trust with your baby?”

Humming, I look down at the floor as we walk, he had a point… who am I trying to kid- I wouldn’t trust anyone but him or family with my baby… let alone some friends I see once in a blue moon.

“Maybe it’s something to think about…” sighing I then look up at the stars in the sky, questioning which person I have pissed off to cause this much chaos in my life.

“I just want you to be happy Y/N” he gestured for me to go into the lobby first before following behind. “That’s all I ever want for you.” Smiling over my shoulder at him j waisted for him to walk next to me before bumping shoulders.

“As do I, you deserve the world Lan.”

We finally separated at our doors, Lando disappearing down the hall once I was in my room- I took a shower and got into bed ready for this weekend and what it’s to bring, because I got myself a friend called Lando, and with Lando I felt okay.

**FRIDAY FREE PRACTICE**

I was panicking, I could potentially bump into Max today- and the way my hormones are going I’d probably end up crying if I even catch a glance of him…

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smoothed out my orange shorts, tilting my head before turning to the side. Shaking my head smiling to myself- I leave the bathroom grabbing my bag, phone, room key- and whatever else I thought may come in handy.

Agreeing to meet Lando in reception, I made my way out to the elevator trying to be as quiet as possible- seeing as how early it was in the morning.

Humming quietly to myself I waited for the elevator to arrive. Swaying slightly to my own song in my head-

“Oh hi-” glancing over my shoulder there he was.

In all his glory- Max.

And weirdly enough I felt nothing… I felt no anger, no sadness, no happiness. Nothing for him right now. So with a tight lipped smile, I whispered a hello before turning back to the elevator.

“I’ve er- I’ve wanted to talk to you…” he stepped forward standing next to me, at a distance that screams more than friendship-

“Oh really? What about?” Biting my lip praying the elevator arrives sooner rather that later.

“It’s more of a private matter…” looking around as if he was nervous of getting caught- which only caused me to look around also.

“Well, I’m sure it was nothing important otherwise you would’ve-” my voice soon trailed off and my mouth just went slack. Behind Max slowly walking towards us was her… and just like that a fire ignited within me.

My eyes had the same fire burning in them as I glared back at Max, who’s colour was slowly draining from his face. “Never mind I can see now you’ve been occupied.” Looking back over at Kelly, who only had a lovely smile on her face as she linked her arm with Max.

The elevator pinged, breaking the silence- moving myself forward to step in I look over at max and Kelly before taking a large step back.

“You both take this one- I just realised I’ve lost something…” tapping over myself, trying to seem like I was genuine. Kelly only smiled once more before stepping in.

“You need help finding it?” Kelly looked around the elevator floor, as Max stood outside- eyes still glued onto me.

Looking over at her I offered her a smile and shake of my head- then turning to look at Max. Eyes fixated onto each other.

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.” I felt my lip tremble slightly, quickly biting down on it and rushing away with my head down.

Clearly he found his distraction… and was it weird that I wanted it to be me?

Rushing to the stairs I raced down praying I would beat the elevator.

Out of breath and panting I ran over to Lando in reception grabbing his arm and dragging him to the exit.

“Y/N slow down-” laughing a little Lando pulled back- which only made me tug harder at his arms-

The elevator ping sounded through reception- my eyes focused on the doors as Max hurriedly stepped out leaving Kelly behind.

“Please Lando can we just g-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” As if in sync me and Lando both looking over at max, who was practically jogging through reception.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Giving up with Lando I hurriedly walked away towards the exit. Why did it hurt so much that he was with Kelly?

Because there’s no way you kiss someone the way he kisses me and it not mean anything- yet being with found with another woman probably giving her the same bullshit excuses… was a kick to the gut.

I knew he was chasing me- even if he was a few feet behind I felt his presence- the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. My heart was telling me to stop running from him and let him talk. But my head told me to keep going- and I did.

I got into the car that was waiting on me and Lando locking the door behind me and leaning over locking the drivers side.

Until he finally gave up. Well I say gave up Lando practically forced him away. And once he was out of sight I finally opened the door again for Lando.

“Can we not talk about him.” Looking at the dash in front of me. I felt sick, maybe even numb at this point. We spent two unforgettable nights with one another, his been one of my closest friends for years- maybe a warning would’ve been nice that it didn’t mean as much to him as it did me- then I wouldn’t of had my flame of hope burned out- and reigniting with anger and jealousy.

I hate her- I hate that he chose her, what was so wrong about me? Why doesn’t he want me the same way I want him? I can’t force him to love me- so why am I so worked up over something so stupid?

“Let’s get the race weekend started aye?” Looking over at Lando he offered an encouraging smile- hand reaching over snd squeezing mine.

Lando is like a comfort blanket- or a teddy bear, you know the type you get when your young and you find yourself seeking it out every single night and day for solitary comfort. Lando was my teddy bear.

“Let’s go get you your win.” Squeezing his hand back I smiled up at him- sure the smile didn’t reach my eyes- and my eyes they didn’t twinkle like diamonds- but he knew I meant what I said and he knew I was there supporting him no matter what.

And Max? Pft what’s the point of crying over something that wasn’t even mine in the first place.

A/N: Soooooo I don’t know- it was long awaited that’s for sure I just had terrible writers block- and you can even tell in some parts I wasn’t giving enough- buttttt on with the next chapter.

FYI MAX REDEEMS HIMSELF.

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Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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drowsynyuu · 6 months

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MY FAVORITE GIRLS ミ★ t. fushiguro

jjk masterlist!!

cw: fem reader, y/n is described to be plus sized and a little short, papa toji 🥰, you have two kids, more of a modern au, google translated names for the kids (i wasn’t very creative naming them 💀), basically toji if he wasn’t sucky (i still love him either way), a little bit of a spicy ending

a/n: part two to a fic i made on my old page (made this specifically for @sugutoad ), there’s a little bit of a spicy ending to this but i wanted to feed y’all 😼

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toji had recently moved in with you and your daughters, even helping you get a new home together.

toji walked inside the new house that he helped you get, your daughters running inside to explore.

“woah papa!! this place is hugeeeee!!” niko giggled as she dragged tsuki with her to go check out the rest of the house.

you look at toji sweetly as he carefully places down the boxes he was holding, going to hug him once you got the chance. toji was a little surprised by the hug, but he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. “what’s this for?” he asked as he played with your hair.

you look up at him lovingly, sniffling as tears began to form in your eyes. “i just really appreciate all that you’ve done for me and my girls.. especially this..” you say softly as the tears fall. toji’s eyes softened slightly as he wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“oh sweetheart..” he muttered softly as he pulled you close, hugging you lovingly. “i love you guys.. i wanna be there for all of you..” he says as he kissed the top of your head. “you and your kids are my favorite girls.. i’d do anything if it means you guys are happy..” he says before kissing your lips softly.

you happily kissed him back, smiling in the kiss as he lifted you up in his arms.

a couple weeks pass, and the moving process was finished. a downside of moving was that the girls ended up needing to go to a new school because the school zone was different.

the girls had come home from school, niko seeming happy but tsuki on the other hand…

you were at work, so toji would have to get to the bottom of this alone.

“papa! i made loads of friends!” niko says happily as she hugged toji when walking through the front door.

“that’s amazing! did you learn anything cool?” he asked as he noticed tsuki heading off to her room, but he still kept his attention to niko so she wouldn’t get upset.

“not really.. but all my teachers are really nice! my favorite is my music teacher!” niko giggled as she sat comfortably in toji’s lap.

toji smiled a little, giving niko a little kiss on her forehead. “that’s great, niko.. why don’t you watch some tv? i gotta do something really quick.” he said as he gently set niko on the couch, handing her the tv remote before he went up to tsuki’s room. he gently knocked on her door, leaning on the wall. “tsuki? mind if i come in?” he asked.

he could hear faint footsteps before the door opened, tsuki standing there as she looked up at him with a tear stained face. “hi papa..” she muttered softly. toji’s eyes softened.

“mind if i come in?” he asked softly. tsuki shook her head yes and stood to the side to let him in. toji comes in and sits on a beanbag chair tsuki owned, gently patting the spot next to him. tsuki sat next to him, looking down as toji wrapped a comforting arm around her. “what’s going on?” he asked softly.

tsuki looked up at him with a little pout. she sighs before reaching for her bag, taking something out before handing it to him. it was her drawing book. the one she had since she was really little. toji’s heart dropped as he noticed a lot of the pages were scribbled on, and the cover was covered in badly written insults about tsuki. he looked at tsuki, seeing her sniffle as she wiped her tears.

“did someone at school do this?” he asked, a little frown on his face when she nodded. “i’m gonna take you and your sister to school tomorrow..” he said, his eyes narrowing a bit.

the next day, niko skipped into the school building happily and toji walked into the building with tsuki. “mind if i come to your class with you?” he asked sweetly. tsuki shook her head and gently took toji’s hand and the two of walked into the classroom together.

the moment toji passed the entrance, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the classroom with little kids. “where’s the girl you mentioned?” he asked as tsuki put her bag in her cubby. his eyes followed where tsuki pointed.. a little girl with her little minions. “i’ll be right back, sweetie.” he muttered before he approached the table, crossing his arms. “are you mya?” he asked, catching the girl’s attention.

“what’s it to you, old man?” she said sassily.

toji’s eyes narrowed angrily before he knelt down, holding eye contact with her. he saw the way her attitude faltered.

“you mess with my kid one more time, and i will reign hell on you and your little friends.” he said firmly. “i will tell each and every one of your parents with photo proof of what you’ve been doing, and trust me i have plenty of it. i will make sure your teacher and principal knows. you will regret every bad thing you’d done to my daughter. you hear me?” he said with a glare.

mya and her friends cheeky grins dropped. “y-yes sir..” she muttered softly.

“now all of you better go apologize to tsuki properly, or else i will walk straight to the principal’s office.” he said as he stood up, crossing his arms. he watched as the girls approached tsuki and apologized, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched tsuki smile a little.

after school tsuki and niko came home, both happy. “thank you for this morning papa.. i got to make some new friends.” tsuki says softly as toji helped her and niko with their homework.

“of course, sweetie..” he says as he ruffled tsuki’s hair.

the sweet moment was interrupted as you came home. “i’m home!” you called out, smiling as you saw your daughters running to hug you.

“momma!” niko said happily. you picked up both of them, giving them gentle kisses.

your eyes softened as you saw toji. tsuki gave niko a look before they ran off to their room.

“hi sweetheart..” he muttered as he picked you up, smiling as you chuckled. “missed you so much..” he chuckled as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“i missed you too..” you said with a gentle smile as you played with his hair. “i heard that you went to the girls’ school and gave someone a stern talking to.”

toji grinned. “some little shit was bullying tsuki.. wanted to give that kid a piece of my mind.” he said as he held you in your arms, giving your jawline sweet kisses.

“wish i could’ve seen that.. i bet you looked so good speaking your mind like that..” you teased.

“mmm.. yeah?” he chuckled, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled you close.

you nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. you yelped as toji lifted you over his shoulder, a little squeal leaving your lips as his hand smacked your ass teasingly as he walked to the bedroom you shared with him.

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blue-bujo · 6 months

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Bowled Over (Roy Kent x Reader): Chapter Four

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter Four: Feelings

(2.1k words)

Warnings: Roy Kent-level language (you know what you're in for), discussion of mental health (anxious/insecure thoughts)

Summary: You start to realize that maybe you’ve caught feelings when you can’t stop thinking about Coach Kent.

After the chaotic visit from AFC Richmond, you thankfully had a day off. You stayed in, not leaving your modest little apartment – no, flat, they were called flats here. You stayed in, not leaving your modest little flat and found yourself thinking again about Roy Kent.

How you had managed to touch his hands twice, you would never understand. Only you could be that awkward. But he could have handled it better. Running away like that didn’t fit his dark, moody persona. Even you knew that Roy Kent’s main dynamic when he’d played had been that of unbridled rage.

You randomly flipped your TV to Sky Sports for some background noise while you did a few chores. AFC Richmond was a fan favorite, so coverage often turned to them. In most clips, you could see Coach Kent shouting in the background. He was passionate, you had to give him that. It was interesting…

The comments that the little girl, Phoebe, and Jamie Tartt had made wouldn’t leave your mind. There was no way you could be considered even remotely fit, right? You were a bowler, for crying out loud!

But if there was attraction, it might explain the bizarre reactions. And the fact that he’d come back, yet hesitated to come inside. And the small talk before he left yesterday… Could he be attracted to you?

No. No way.

Something you hadn’t experienced in a long time was bubbling up to your chest. Butterflies. The joy of finally being wanted again. And by a footballer! If it was true, you’d never doubt anything again.

Reality soon crashed back down on you. You were a naturalized citizen working a low-paying job at a bowling alley. He was a high-profile figure with two decades in the sports world. Believing that he fancied you was a sweet daydream, but nothing more. A morning spent googling had shown you what his past experience with women was, and it was nothing like you.

Still, he had come back.

If he came back again, you’d consider the possibility that Roy Kent was interested in you.

The greyhounds were wrapping up another training, and their spirits were sufficiently recovered following their loss at Brighton. Montlaur was back off of the DL, but O’Brian was in for Zoreaux at goal until his sprained wrist healed. With their formation changed, Roy and Nate had been drilling them endlessly. Roy had let Nate lead; he didn’t want to overwhelm O’Brian, who hadn’t had so many minutes in goal for years. His mind was otherwise engaged, anyway.

After the bowling day, Roy Kent had given up on forgetting about Splits and given control to Just Roy. That Roy had been trying to come up with an excuse to go back, but everything seemed too desperate. Which he was, desperate for connection, but he didn’t want it to be so fucking obvious.

Today, though, as he saw one of the boys snapping a selfie halfway through training, inspiration struck. When he had first visited the bowling alley for Phoebe’s birthday, Splits had had to take the photo for the wall. She had been so busy when the whole team had been there that no picture had been taken.

Except Higgins had taken one to send to Ted in America.

Roy almost smiled, but caught himself. If he got the picture from Higgins, he could go back under the pretense of giving it to Splits. He’d wait until training was over, and then pay Higgins a visit. It was a perfect scheme. Fucking perfect.

Higgins, of course, obliged. Roy now had the excuse he needed. Tonight, he would go see Splits.

Two days after the chaotic visit from AFC Richmond, you had another shift at the bowling alley. Lettie, the owner and a woman you adored like a grandmother, was waiting so eagerly for you to clock in that you knew she had gossip, but you hadn’t guessed what it could be when she told you.

“There was somebody here to see you last night!” she practically buzzed. “You didn’t tell me you had a man these days!”

“I didn’t know I had one,” you answered, confused. “Who was he?”

“He said his name, but he sort of mumbled it, so I couldn’t properly hear him. But he specifically asked after you, and he seemed a bit disappointed when I told him you weren’t scheduled. I told him you’d be back today, and he perked up. At least, I think he did; he was so intense!”

You knew you had to interrupt Lettie or she would ramble forever. “What did he look like?”

“Oh, he was a handsome lad, but maybe a bit older? Dark and brooding, but shy; he hid in his eyebrows the whole time he was here. But that body! Built like an athlete, he was!”

“Lettie, stop, you’re married! What would Cecil say?” You laughed, but only partly at the older woman. Partly, it was nervous laughter. It sounded like she was describing Roy Kent. He had come back, and been disappointed when you weren’t there! The butterflies flared to life in your stomach.

“Did he say he was coming back today?” you asked, hoping you sounded casual.

“Well, he didn’t say it in so many words, but he nodded, and like I said, he did seem to perk up when I told him you were on today. I’ll be sure to be in the back when he shows up, so you can flirt with him properly.”

You couldn’t hide the blush that was rushing to your cheeks. Lettie was too much; she was always overly invested in everybody’s dating lives, and she’d be the first to admit it. She reached over and patted your shoulder encouragingly before she left with one word of advice.

“Let him pursue you, dearie. Nothing makes a lonely girl feel more valued than being pursued by a man.”

“Thanks, Lettie.”

You had a lot of time before the normal weekday crowd came in to ponder Lettie’s words. It was true that you were lonely, painfully so. You didn’t see yourself as desirable or interesting, and you hadn’t for a while. It was hard to see yourself as anything but bland. But when Roy Kent walked up to the front doors of your bowling alley, where would see him hesitating through the tint of the glass, you started to hope.

He seemed to by talking to himself. Maybe pumping himself up to approach you? That seemed to be the case, because when he stopped, he walked purposefully to the door and stepped inside, directly toward your counter.

“Welcome in!” you called as he approached. “What brings you back?” You hoped your tone was normal, despite the way your heart was currently beating in your throat. He was all in black today with an amazing leather jacket, and it was working for him.

He came straight up to you, as close as the counter and the register would allow. You kept your hands firmly planted on that counter, and like last time, his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

“I wanted to come back and give you a picture for the wall. You seemed fucking busy the other night and didn’t ask for one, but our team’s operations manager took one, and I have it if you want it.” Roy’s words seemed a bit rehearsed, you noticed.

Smiling, you replied, “You didn’t have to do that, Coach Kent.”

That apparently wasn’t the response he had been expecting, because it took him a moment to form his next sentence. “Of course I did. I didn’t want you to get in trouble for something you had no control over. We were a big enough group to be a proper fucking nuisance; this is the least I can do.”

He was holding back. There was a restlessness in the way he was standing, shifting his weight from side to side. It mirrored the way you were feeling. Behind Roy, you could see Lettie watching through her office window, motioning like she was pushing you or Roy forward. You twisted a ring on your right hand – an anxious habit of yours – and took your figurative step forward.

“I really appreciate the thought,” you said, noticing the way he stood a little straighter as he heard you, “and you will be saving me from a lecture later. Can I see the picture?”

Roy took his phone out of his back pocket and unlocked it for you. It was a different angle than most of the celebrity pictures, shooting across several lane approaches. It layered the team, who were all looking up with impromptu, genuine smiles. It was the best picture you’d seen taken in your bowling alley.

“This is great!” you exclaimed happily. Then, motioning to your manager’s business card by the register, you added, “Can you email it to this address? That way my manager can have the joy of printing it out.”

Roy made a sound that seemed more like the clearing of his throat than one of the grunts you associated with him, and answered slowly. “Not to be too forward, but I was hoping I could text it to you?”

Stunned, you blinked. Had Roy Kent just asked you for your phone number? You heard yourself stammering like an idiot as you told him he could. Roy opened a new contact and held out his phone for you, which you took and tapped in your name and number before handing it back to him. He texted you the photo, and you added his contact to your phone. Then the two of you looked at each other.

The man in front of you was the first to break the silence; you were following Lettie’s advice and letting him do the work. He held your gaze with his dark eyes and didn’t break it.

“Look,” he said, “I really came here because I think you’re fucking fit, and I wanted to get your number so I could talk to you. If you’re not interested, just tell me now and I’ll leave you alone and go be a fucking idiot somewhere else. I’ll honor whatever you decide.”

He finished his speech and dropped eye contact to look down at his shoes. Your heart was beating so hard in your throat that you could barely swallow. You looked over his shoulder at Lettie’s office, where the old woman was giving you two thumbs up, and found your voice.

“I’m interested,” you said. “Really interested. Thank you, Coach Kent.”

Roy transformed in front of you. A massive smile stretched hugely across his face, hiding his eyes and dazzling you. He tried to stop it, but he wasn’t able to. He grinned at you uncontrollably.

“Fuck yeah! I’m so glad. But please, no more of this stuffy ‘Coach Kent’ bullshit. Call me Roy.”

“Okay, Roy,” you said, stuck in your own uncontrollable smile.

Lettie was clapping excitedly in the background, and Roy was oblivious. He finally managed to get some of his self-control back, and was smiling with closed lips, his eyes twinkling now that they were visible. You both looked happily at each other.

“Right, are you free in the next night or two?” he asked.

As quickly as you could, you opened the shift schedule on the computer. Roy was leaning on the counter trying to see it. You looked through the week’s calendar and huffed.

“I’m scheduled for the next three afternoon to evening shifts,” you told him. “The first I’m free is four days from now.”

“That’s not fucking ideal, but it’ll do,” the man said gruffly. “It took me almost that long to work out an excuse to come in here and ask you out. I can wait that long. Would you like to go out with me in four days? Just somewhere casual where we can get to know each other?”

You nodded. Roy Kent was asking you out!

He smiled that dazzling smile again. “Cheers! I’ll see you then. Until then, I’ll text you.”

His mission successful, he turned and strode to the doors beaming. Before he exited, he looked once more at you and gave you an awkward little wave, and then he was gone. Lettie immediately rushed out of her office and held you at arm’s length, studying you closely.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I have a date with Roy this week!” you squealed. Then you both hugged each other tightly and jumped up and down in celebration.

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#roy kent bowled over #roy kent #roy kent x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #mutual pining #slowish burn #reader is a bowler #because I was a bowler #hence the terrible pun title #my writing

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Brave Little Kiddo

Pairing: Bucky x Little!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Well, I had this idea this morning and it took me the whole entire day to get it down, but I'm really happy with this one!! Heads up, it gets a little spooky at one point 😮 By the way, if you haven't already, please take a chance to fill out my reader survey! Your opinions really do matter to me 💕 Also there's no taglist on this one since I'm currently working on a better system for that 😅

Popcorn was popped, poured in a big plastic bowl, and set on the coffee table in the living room. Bucky lit a pumpkin scented candle before switching off the lights and joining you on the sofa. You were wrapped tightly in an orange blanket with just your eyes peeking out, fixated on the tv. The screen was black, but the little timestamp at the bottom showed a video waiting to be played, and you were excited.

You’d asked Bucky for a Halloween movie night every single night since the start of the season, and he was happy to oblige. Movie nights meant yummy snacks, cuddles with baby, and catching up on decades of Halloween specials he’d missed. Together, you’d exhausted your way through Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas, Halloweentown, your usual seasonal favorites. You always had so much fun introducing Bucky to new stuff, but during last night’s classic Scooby Doo marathon, he’d had an idea. Through the magic of Google and YouTube, Bucky had loaded up a playlist of vintage halloween cartoons, animated shorts he fondly remembered seeing in theaters with Steve as a kid.

“Knock knock,” Bucky tapped on your blanket cocoon, “can I come in, nugget?”

You shook your head playfully, burrowing deeper into the fabric.

“Oh really? Not even if I pay the toll?” Bucky smiled, pulling two bags of candy he’d been hiding behind him and handing them towards you.

You laughed, opening the blanket with your arms like wings, giving Bucky the opportunity to attack you with kisses. “Oh, there’s my baby!” Bucky said, tickling your cheek with his stubble. He repositioned the blanket so that the two of you were now both wrapped in it together, and he turned to you.

“Ready to start?”

You nodded eagerly, leaning down to pick up the candy that Bucky had dropped during his kiss ambush, and he pressed play on the remote.

Skeletons danced across the screen to the music they played on their own bones. You laughed as they rearranged themselves into all sorts of silly shapes and hid behind gravestones. Bucky looked at you in awe, amazed that he had the chance - the honor - to be sitting here now with his baby, passing memories from his childhood down to you, memories that were nearly a hundred years old. There were times in his life where he never thought he’d feel any happiness again, let alone this much of it.

The Skeletons hopped back into their graves and the screen faded to black, the next cartoon in the playlist starting up immediately. Mickey Mouse fought his way against a storm to a haunted house. Bucky’s arm around your shoulder got tighter. “Now this one really got me as a kid, I didn’t sleep for weeks. Can you believe what a scaredy-cat I was? Not a brave little kiddo like you.”

He booped your nose with a vibranium finger and you giggled as Mickey was locked into the house. You were a brave kiddo indeed, proud of your own confidence that the images on the screen can’t hurt you in real life. You only smiled as the cartoon grim reaper showed his skull face to the audience, scooping another handful of candy into your mouth.

As the night went on, you got sleepier and sleepier. The warm glow of the candle and a tummy full of candy had you drifting in and out of sleep by the last cartoon. As the credits faded to a close, Bucky looked down at you, only to find a spot of drool on his shirt next to your sleeping face; you were out cold. Bucky took the blanket off his shoulders and wrapped you up in it, lifting you up and cradling you in his arms as he carried you to your room. He lowered you onto the mattress and kissed you on the forehead, opening your blanket cocoon for a moment to insert your favorite stuffy into your arms. “Goodnight, little pumpkin.” Bucky whispered before closing the door. He walked back into the living room, picking up the empty candy bags and dropping them into the popcorn bowl with the unpopped seeds. He dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash, and as he turned on the sink and started doing that day’s dishes, he smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he had someone in his life who felt so safe near him that they could fall asleep on his shoulder. Even on the bad days when he didn’t think he was worthy of anybody’s love or trust, you proved him wrong without even trying.

Bucky put aside the clean dishes to dry and set off for his bedroom, planning to read a bit before going to sleep. He blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness as he walked out into the hallway. When he passed by your bedroom door, he blew a kiss, blissfully unaware of what was happening inside.

You clutched the blanket tighter around your trembling body, eyes squeezed shut and face bunched up in fear. The grim reaper stood beside your bed, beckoning you to look up at its ghoulish face. It was less than a minute after you’d left your daddy’s arms that the nightmare began, and it was only getting worse. The haunting hooded figure leaned over your body, groaning your name. You tried to scream as loud as you could, but your voice was nowhere to be found. At least, not in your nightmare.

Bucky heard your whimper from the end of the hallway like a storm siren, though in reality it was much too quiet to be heard by anyone without your daddy’s supersoldier hearing and fiercely protective nature over you. He spun on his heel, nearly slipping on his socked foot.

“Baby?” He called out, not immediately wanting to wake you just in case he heard wrong, or was being dramatically overprotective as usual.

His call was met with another whimper from your bedroom, notably laced with distress. Bucky ran the length of the hallway, only needing three or four strides to reach your door. He threw the door open not knowing what to expect, and was met by you, curled in a ball in the furthest corner of your bed. He could hear you sob from under the cover of your blankets.

“Baby, it's me, it's daddy.” Bucky climbed over your mountain of stuffies to reach you, lifting up your swaddled frame and wrapping completely in his strong arms.

“You're safe now baby, daddy’s got you. I’ve always got you.” He whispered, over and over. “You’re safe. Daddy’s got you.”

Bucky had enough experiences with nightmares of his own that he knew it sometimes took a while to realize that the things you were seeing weren’t reality. He was ready to hold you in this position until the sun came up if that's what it took for you to know that everything was okay. Eventually, your little hand reached out from the blankets to grab onto Bucky’s shirt, and he took that hand in his own, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“Do you wanna talk about it, honey bunch?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.

“Sk-skeletons…” You whispered, gripping his hand. “Oh baby, I know. They sure can be scary huh? But I’ve got you now, alright? Nothing can hurt you, I won’t let it.”

“But I was supposed to be your brave little kiddo. I’m sorry… I’m not brave… I’m just a scaredy-cat.” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you spoke, almost hoping Bucky couldn’t hear you put yourself down like that, but you knew he could. “Well, angel, that’s just not the case.” Bucky said, looking you right in the eye as he spoke to you, words straight from his heart.

“You happen to be the bravest little bug I’ve ever met in the whole entire world.” He smiled, kissing your nose between the last three words, but your eyes stayed fearful. “Just because you were scared doesn’t mean you're not brave anymore. In fact, I think you’re even braver than me. But if you’re scared right now, that's okay. I’ll hold you until you feel safe and then I’ll hold you even longer, just to make sure.”

You reached your other arm from out of your blanket around Bucky’s firm torso, essentially clinging onto the man like a baby koala.

“That’s it, babydoll, I’m right here.”

“Will you stay here tonight?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, sugar, if that’s what you need. I’m always happy for a chance to snuggle my baby.” Bucky looked around at your bed full of stuffy mountains and pillow forts, deciding that if he wanted any sort of warmth tonight, he’d need to get his own blanket. He looked down at you, still fused to his body. “Angel, I gotta go get some stuff from my bed, is that alright? Do you wanna come with me?” He asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to be left alone in your room after the night’s ordeal, not even for a little bit.

You were thinking the same thing to yourself.

“How long is it gonna take?” You ask, slowly peeling your arms from around him and reaching behind you for a stuffy.

“No more than 30 seconds, bunny, I promise you.”

You squeezed your stuffy’s hand with determination. “Okay. I can do it. I can be brave for 30 seconds.” “I believe in you, angel.” Bucky smiled gently lifting you off his lap and onto the bed beside him before getting up. “I’ll be back before you know it, kiddo.”Your stomach dropped for a second as he disappeared from the doorway, suddenly aware of how dark it was, and how alone you were. But your grip on your plush friend reassured you that you weren’t really alone. You were brave. You could do this. And Bucky was right, he returned before you knew it. Once he was settled beside you, you resumed your position as his baby koala, burrowing into his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I love you so much, my brave little one.” He whispered sleepily as the two of you drifted off together, each of you safe and secure knowing the other was there to protect you.

(GIF not mine!)

#bucky x little!reader #little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #bucky x reader fluff #chloe's fic

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f1a1w1n · 2 months

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Centre of it all (Cal Kestis x (f!) reader)

Part one

Summary: You, a jedi hides on the most remote plant in the galaxy. No one can find you, or so you think. Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers etc.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

Authors note: I'm writing a new fic. if you have any ideas pls tell me, comment or tel me in the google form at the bottom. love ya pls enjoy

Rain.

A stupid amount of rain. Not that it bothered you particularly or anything, its just your speeder was rusted at this point and left at home, and you were so used to the dry weather and walking everywhere that it had become a habit to walk to the market whenever you needed anything.

It was a small town that you lived on the outskirts of, on a small planet, in a small system on the outer rim of the galaxy. The town you live in was mainly made of wet grey bricks -now covered in blooming green moss. You stand on the steps of a small grocer, a small shel of wet rock your only cover. The grocer - if you can even call it that, it's just old Syue with her imports and exports of the week, sometimes it's fresh produce and sometimes it's best to stick to the non-perishables.

As you wait foolishly for the rain to stop you think back to two weeks ago - a strange disturbance in the force, something bright, energetic… terrifying. The small planet was your only refuge, growing tired of moving around - this small gem was your lifeline in a never ending cesspool of politics. That presence in the force was alluring to you, your mind constantly flicking back to it. What was it?

“Fuck it.” You say. You bolt down the street, groceries clutched in hand. You turn the corner ducking under cover whenever you can. Eventually you reached your small house, on the very edge of town. Surrounded by foliage and dense grass your house stood defiantly against the rain, brave little thing.

You kick off your shoes and dump the groceries on the counter. You squeeze out as much water from your hair as you can. You glance at the clock.

“Ugh.” It was time for work. I mean as bad as jobs go, this wasn’t the worst. You can’t really find jobs as a jedi can you? No - you can’t, and working as a waitress isn’t horrible?

Your blanket and pillows still remain on the floor from when you had fallen out of bed this morning, a vivid dream burned into your eyes. A bright red energy in a field of dull grey reaching out to you. “No” you say in your dream. The red energy creeps forward. “Who are you?” No reply. Suddenly the energy takes a vague form, it's a man. You can barely hear him say something. “Pardon?” you say.

“...who are you…” you barely catch the man say - then all of a sudden you flung from your dream and you wake up on your floor.

Dreams like this have been clouding your mind for months now. You're barely getting any quality sleep.

Jido Kara’s Tavern

For the most part, this evening was the busiest shift you had seen in a long time. Practically the whole town was there. You speculate its cause of the most recent import of alcohol, courtesy of Old Syue.

Wring the rag between your hands as you sit down your boss sits next to you.

“Why don’t you call off early? Rica is coming in to cover your shift.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll just get a drink first.”

He gives you a pat on the back and waddles off to the back. A game of sport is playing on the tiny tv at one side of the bar - close to the door where everyone is huddled. Cries of yay’s and boo’s chorus through the bar as the town's favourite team play. Obviously, you choose the opposite end of the bar to sit. The bartender, Deonor, pours you a drink and winks.

“On the house.”

You smile gratefully, unable to make small talk. He doesn’t chide you for it. What seems like an hour goes by when you occasionally look at the game and sipping at your drink. Deonor refills it. Then suddenly you see a head of red hair poke through the crowd which surrounds the small tv. He boo’s and cheers with the rest of the group. You wave Deonor over.

“Do you know that guy?” You carefully point to him.

Deonor thinks for a second. “Hm yeah, he’s new. He’s been coming in for the last two weeks getting drinks if I remember correctly.”

“Oh right.” You say as nonchalantly as possible.

“Why?”

“Oh, no reason, just curious.” You say lost in thought. Why does he feel familiar? You can’t help but stare at the back of his head. Maybe if you stare long enough you’ll know.

“I think he was looking for someone.” Deonor says. But you barely hear him, too intent on this man’s familiarity.

“Uh huh.” you say, taking another sip of your drink. You can barely make out his face, only his hair is visible over the small ground of sports enthusiasts.

“I think he was looking for you.” Deonor says.

You almost spit out your drink. “I’m sorry what?” just as you say this you lock eyes with the man. You can almost feel your face flush as his bright eyes scan your face. But just as quickly as he looked at you, you turned around and high-tail for the back exit.

“Wait” the man says over the crowd.

You ignore him speed walking back home. Why did he feel so familiar? Just to be sure you reach out with the force scanning the crowd and sure enough, a bright red presence at the centre of it all.

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asmallpinkfan3 · 1 year

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Nah cause. Death having a phone is basically mothers having a phone. He deadass would stare at the said device like mothers do.

HE WOULD HELP I GOTAA WRITE A SMALL ONESHOT OF THIS IN FACT IM GONNA WRITE THIS JUST FOR YOU CAUSE I NEALY SPAT OUT MY DRINK.

They/ them pronouns small part of my previous death post to those who might see this one first.

“How the hell does that small box work”? The grey wolf asked sitting next to you as you just hung up on your friend from having a small conversation about their partner.

“Oh my phone, I actually don’t know how but it’s easier to communicate then traveling miles for a month to the next state over to tell your friend about the new pair of pants you got”. He chucked at the memory from even when you were born of the many people traveling in the 1800 to deliver a message.

“Well that’s true, but it still makes me wonder about how mortals come up with stuff like this”. You paused and you started to think about it also. “It does, hey why don’t I get you a phone”? You offered. He took a minute to think about it. “Please I’ll help you figure it out”. You said your eyes filling with a bit of excitement of how you could mess with him.

“Alright”. He replied and you smiled at him and simply got up from your couch and grabbed your wallet. “Where are you going”? He asked an eyebrow raised. “To the store to get you a phone I’ll be back in about 30 minutes”. You responded heading out the door. He simply watched as your car drove off. “Aye mortals are so interesting”. He muttered to him self while reaching for the remote. He knew how to work the tv. He’s chose a random channel and waited for you to return.

After what felt like an hour you pulled up into your driveway. As soon as he heard the door shut from your car he was standing near the door. “Sorry that took longer then expected traffic was annoying”. You stated putting your wallet down, he saw the plastic bag hanging from your forearm. “Oh here hold this while I got to the bathroom”. You gave him the bag and ran to your bathroom.

He took the bag and opened it, inside there was a phone, perfume, and a small dog plush. “Why do they need this is they have me”? He slightly grumbled at the dog. Walking back out of the bathroom you grabbed the phone and in wrapped it. You turned it on did all the stuff set him up an apple/ google account.

“Now let me show you the basics”. You showed him the general stuff of how to use the camera, the phone, messages, etc. “now you try take a photo of the plushie”. You said holding the small dog plush up.

He tried to take a photo only for him not to realize that the camera was pointing to him and he took a photo of his face instead. “Send that to me later”. “Mi Amor how do you send photos”? You sigh and help him out with sending you pictures. It’s gonna be a long night.

Sorry it’s not really focused on the main idea I got carried away in the first part forgive me.

#death x reader #death puss in boots x reader #puss in boots x reader #pib the last wish #pib x reader

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dearestdaffodils · 2 years

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Sick Day

A short Career Day universe drabble in which the reader is sick and Rooster takes care of her. Requested by @katiemcrae

Rooster knew you weren’t one to take sick days. You never wanted to leave your students without their teacher. But he also knew that he would have to force you to take a sick this time around.

He was pretty sure you had bronchitis. He had been up all night googling symptoms and you had all of them. He quickly formed a plan to get you to stay home and started it early in the morning. His plan started with turning off your alarm and letting you sleep in. Step two was begging Maverick to drop off supplies before you woke up.

Rooster moved around the kitchen, humming softly to the radio as he made food for you. He could hear the bedroom door slam open, followed by you rushing into the kitchen.

“I’m late for work!” You panic, jumping into your skirt. You quickly ran out of breath, starting to cough.

“You’re taking a sick day today, little lady.” Rooster moves over to you, rubbing your back. “There’s no way you can teach the kiddos like this.”

“But I didn’t even find a sub or write lesson plans…” You whine, pouting at him.

“I took care of that for you.” He smiles. “Your kiddos are going to hang out with the fifth graders today, like a big buddy system.”

You squint at him, scrutinizing his face. “I’m fine, big guy. I’ll just rest until lunch and then go in for the rest of the day.”

Rooster shakes his head, frowning. “Absolutely not. You need to rest the whole day. I’m not letting you leave the house.”

You huff, plopping into a seat at the table. “I can take care of myself, Roos.”

“I know, little lady.” Rooster sets a plate of food in front of you. “But let me take care of you for once. You’ll thank me for it later.”

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Rooster loved having days off with you, whether you were sick or not. You had slept most of the day, curled up on Rooster’s chest as he surfed through the tv channels.

He had food and drinks at the ready each time you woke up, making sure to keep an eye on your breathing. He flicked through the channels, skipping back and forth on the remote.

“Go back to that one.” You mumble into his chest, peeling your eyes open.

“As you wish, little lady.” Rooster smiles, rubbing your back and flipping back to the channel.

#career day universe #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Stormy Night

⛈️ pairing: Han & f!reader

⛈️ genre: fluff

⛈️ synopsis: you're terrified of thunder and lightening. Han comes over and comforts you

⛈️ warnings: mention of anxiety, thunder, lightening, smut (mainly dirty thoughts, under 18, dni) lip biting, jealousy, pet names (Han calls reader baby, sweet thing, hun, angel)

⛈️ words: 2.5k

⛈️ a/n: uhh, idk. I wanted to try and write some skz stuff. I haven't written something like this in a veryyyy long while so pls forgive me if it sucks 😖 i had thunder and lightening a few days ago and it inspired me to write this. so uh, yh (: feedback is always welcomed and if I missed anything in the warnings, pls let me know. Ty and enjoy

⛈️: master list

Putting on the last of your make up, you took a step back, admiring yourself in your full length mirror. Tonight, you was going out with your close female friend whom you haven't seen for a while due to busy schedules and what not. However, tonight was the night that you was going to get together, have a drink and a good ol' catch up

Smoothing down your red dress that extenuated your curves, your phone buzzed.

girly 💕: so sorry (Y/N) but i cannot come tonight ): Chris made a surprise visit and we are going to spend some well deserved time together, if you get what i mean (; love ya!! 💖😘

You let out a sigh before texting back that it was all ok and that you hope that she has a good night. Looking back in the mirror, you felt a little disappointed. All dressed up for nothing, well, maybe it wasn't for nothing. Googling to see if there was any clubs open right now and surprisingly, there was. Why let all this effort go to waste?

It seemed like the world was against you because as soon as you picked up your purse, you heard the pitter patter of rain hitting your bedroom window. You threw your head back in frustration, throwing your purse on your bed, throwing a mini tantrum.

"Well, guess i'll stay at home seeing as the universe so badly wants me to." You mumbled to yourself, stripping yourself until you was just in underwear before throwing on a vest, sweat pants and a over sized hoodie. You washed your face and re-styled your hair into a messy bun, hours of effort gone to waste, just like that.

Closing your bedroom light out, you made your way to the living room, turned on the lamp and plopped yourself down on the sofa. Sitting with your feet's up on the sofa by your side, you grabbed the remote and flicked through the endless pages of channels. After what seemed like hours of endless browsing, you settled for a murder documentary. The rain continued to hit your window, showing no signs of ending any time soon, but instead, it got harder with some added wind.

"Hmm, must be a storm incoming." Grabbing your phone and opening up the weather app, true to your word, a storm was approaching. Closing the app, you settled for browsing your social media sights, liking and commenting on your friends posts, seeing what scandals the latest's celebrities were in, your tv had become background noise at this point.

You opened up Instagram, scrolling through your feed when you see a picture of your best friend and Chris. You liked it, smiling a little at yourself but also feeling a slight pang of jealousy. Your best friend and Chris have been together for one year now and they're a match made in heaven. He treated her like a princess, calling and texting her whenever he had time, sending her surprise chocolates or roses at her work place. It made you envious and wish you had someone like Chris in your life.

You continued to mindlessly scroll when you came across a selfie from none other, than your childhood friend, Han. He was squishing his cheeks together in the most adorable way, making you awe to yourself. you liked the picture and commented "looking oh so adorable, Hannie 😍💘🥺" You and Han have been best friends since the ages of 10, when you moved in next door. Your mother and his got on very well, encouraging you and Han to do the same. Soon enough, you both became glued to the hips. Watching anime together, doing homework, skipping school, even getting grounded the same time by both your parents. He even vowed to marry you one day claiming that all girls have 'girl germs" and are icky apart from you.

You both have several things in common, from eating at both your favourite restaurants, reading manga at a café together or just simply staying at home and watching anime. For your eighteenth birthday, he surprised you with a beautiful, silver ring decorated with small diamonds (not real of course) claiming it was a friendship ring whilst sliding it on the only finger that seemed to fit, your ring finger. You soon transferred the ring onto a silver neck chain, in fear of loosing it.

The older you both became, the more you realised that you couldn't live without Han in your life. You depended on him for the littlest and the biggest things. He was a shoulder for you to cry on, the person who would make you uncontrollable laugh to the point you thought you was getting a six pack. Han is goofy and loveable, but he is also serious when needed and gives the best advice possible. Reminiscing on the memories made you realise that maybe, you like Han more than a friend. Maybe, you're in love with him.

A flash of lightening appeared, pulling you out of your memories. You bit your lip, hoping it wasn't what you thought it was. "Please no.." you whispered to yourself. Unfortunately, a loud boom of thunder shortly followed, making you jump, dropping your phone on your lap. Your hands instantly went to your ears, covering them, an instant reaction. You've been scared of thunder and lightning for as long as you can remember. you'd be a trembling mess, crying and whining, hiding under your bedsheets. At the time, Han was always with you, comforting you and doing whatever dorky thing he could do to take your mind off it.

However, this time is different. You're alone in your one bedroom apartment, feeling vulnerable, like you was 10 years old all over again. Han was an hour and a half away from you due to adult stuff. Since he moved away, spending time with him lessened and lessened. sure, you texted and phoned each other, sometimes facetime, but it was short lived.

The weather was fierce, wind howling, rain hammering on the concret, the sound of thunder and lightening getting louder and louder with each second. At this point, you're a trembling mess, hands still covering your ears, knees tucked under your chin, rocking yourself for some sort of comfort. A sudden boom of thunder made you jump and scream. Pulling the hood of your hoodie over your head whilst grabbing a blanket, you continued to tremble, your anxiety spiking, heart racing as tears collected in the corners of your eyes. Biting and picking your lips raw until there was nothing left, a thin layer of sweat started to coat your body. Your phone vibrated in your lap, making you jump slightly. Looking at the caller ID, you felt reassurance. It was Han.

"H-Hello, Hannie" You all but whispered

"(Y/N) are you okay? I know you're scared of this weather and wanted to see if you was okay." Hans voice was laced with worry and concern as he awaited your reply. "(Y/N) you still there?" Your words got caught in your dry throat. you gulped down any saliva you had left before opening your mouth, but the only thing that came out was a scream as more lightening followed by thunder filled your eardrums

"Hannie! Im terrified, Help me please. Im so scared!!" Tears rolled down your cheeks as you cried for him, desperate. You heard him shifting around, asking his room mate, Lee Know, if he could drive him to your place.

"Hold tight, hun. I'll be there before you know it!" Han was shuffling around, putting his coat and trainers on, whilst Lee Know grabbed the car keys. "I'll be there, I promise!" You whimpered before Han hung up.

Moments later, Han had arrived at your apartment. He was soaked, the wispy bits of his hair at the front, dripping slightly with rain. In one hand, he was carrying a plastic bag filled with goodies from the store. In the other, he was fishing around in his pockets for the spare key you gave him months ago. Cheering victoriously when he found it, he put the key in the lock and turned, making his way inside.

"(Y/N) It's me. I'm here!" He looked around before kicking off his trainers and taking his soaked coat off, hanging it somewhere for it to dry. "The rain is fierce tonight! it was a five minute walk from the car to your apartment complex and I'm soaked!" He laughed as he made his way to the living room, where you hadn't moved since the phone call. Walking to the sofa, his heart dropped a little as he saw your trembling figure, curled up in a ball, eyes and cheeks puffy and red from crying. He dropped the plastic bag and knelt beside you.

"Hey sweet thing." He said softly, extending his hand out to cup your cheek and wipe away fallen tears with the pad of his thumb. You whimpered a little, bottom lip sticking out slightly. The familiar warmth filled you up with comfort. You placed your hand on top of his and smiled slightly, buring your face into his hand. He is a sight for sore eyes, thats for sure.

"I bought you your favourite snacks. Thought we could cuddle together, eat and watch a movie." You nodded and whispered that it sounded lovely. He stood up, grabbing the plastic bag, unpacking it on your coffee table. He then made his way to you spare cupboard, where you kept extra blankets and clean bedding. Sitting up, you smiled when you saw him plod to you, carrying your weighted blanket. He sat next to you, shoulder to shoulder, carefully placing the blanket on both your laps. Grabbing the remote, he put on a cheesy, romantic movie, making you look at him and raise your eye brow.

"Some things never change, do they Hannie?" You chuckled

"C'mon, its a good movie!" he protested, making you roll your eyes slightly. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." He chuckled as he watched the movie. You was being to calm down a little bit, feeling comfort in the warmth that radiated from Han. His familiar scent was calming. As you felt yourself slowly relaxing, thunder erupted suddenly, making you grab onto the hoodie Han was wearing.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here baby." He took your hand gently, holding it as his thumb rubbed over your knuckles softly. You swallowed and nodded, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Letting go of your hand, he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You started to feel exhausted so you closed your eyes, slowly feeling yourself drift. Han noticed and laughed softly.

"Lets get you to bed, (Y/N)" Shaking your head no and whining as he stood up, extending his hand out for you to hold.

"Don't want to." You pouted.

"Why not?"

"I dont want to be alone.." You admitted.

"I'll stay the night, dont worry. I already told Minho that i was planning on sleeping here tonight and he said it was okay, so c'mon, lets gooo." You shrieked as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You laughed and wiggled in his grip as he made his way to your bedroom. Gently placing you down on the bed, you looked up at him.

"That's better. That's the giggle i love to hear so much." You looked away shyly, face turning a slight shade of pink. You cleared your throat before grabbing the bottom of your hoodie and lifting it above your head, removing your sweat pants in the process. Throwing them to the side, you looked up at Han, who was staring at you, cheeks also turning a light pink. You tilted your head slightly, confused as to why he was looking at you so much and when you realised why, you blushed a bright shade of red.

Han was currently looking at you, not knowing where to place his eyes. You breasts looked plump and round, nipples hard through the material of your vest. You was wearing your sexiest underwear you owned, material just enough to cover your butt cheeks. Your eyes were glossy from the crying, lips swollen from the biting and the red tint that lay across your cheeks made you look oh so innocent.

Han wanted nothing more than to wipe that innocent look off your face, to pin you down and fuck you into the night and possibly into the morning. He wanted to make you cry out his name, fill your mind with nothing but him. He wanted to corrupt you. He wanted and needed you right here, right now but the timing wasnt right. The rational side of him was telling him that now is not the time, that you're still vulnerable. Sure, the thunder sounded further away indicating that it was soon going to be over, but Han knew you too well to know that you'd be 'okay' You needed time and comfort and as as much as he wanted to see your body twist and turn in the endless amounts of pleasure he so wish he could give you right now, he needed to be sure that you was okay.

You cleared your throat causing Han to lick his dry lips and swallow his saliva. He turned on his heal, making his way to the closet for spare pillows and duvet. He was stopped in his tracks when you grabbed his wrist suddenly. Looking over his shoulder to see you looking at him.

"Wait.. I want you to, urm-" A wave of shyness hit you. You looked away and bit your lip. You wanted Han to sleep in the same bed as you, to hold you and caress you. You used to share a bed together when you were little but now, its different. You're both adults with wants and desires. You both could feel the sexual tension in the air and as much as you also wanted Han, you knew that his rational side wouldnt allow him to do such things.

"Go on.." He encouraged you, turning to face you

"I want you to sleep with me. Not like sexual, haha, i meant like, y'know, like how we use to. I'm still scared so, urm- please Hannie?" Looking at him innocently whilst using his pet name that drove him crazy, Han wished he wasnt such a rational guy. He nodded and striped down into nothing but his underwear. His body showed signs that he was clearly working out, much to your liking.

You crawled into bed, head hitting your soft pillow as Han did the same. Turning to your side to face him, you ran your fingers through his hair softly, loving how long it was getting and how soft it felt against your fingers.

"Thank you, Hannie. For tonight."

"No need to thank me. I'd do anything for you, you know that baby." He took you hand and kissed your palm, looking at you through his lashes. "Now, get some sleep, you must be exhausted" You nodded slowly, allowing sleep to take over. You curled up in a small ball, cuddling the duvet, Han watching you, his eyes and heart filled with nothing but pure love for you.

"Sleep well, angel. I love you."

#stray kids #skz #han jisung #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #jisung #stray kids fanfic #hwang hyunjin #skz x you #skz x reader #kpop #skz jisung #stray kids imagines #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fic #han

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xoxiu · 11 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter twelve table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa

"I wanna go h-home."

The giant windows in the living room gave an excellent view of Seoul at night. It wasn't too bright, but the lights of the city illuminated the sky like stars. It was a beautiful view, one that frequently calmed and relaxed Yoongi after particularly stressful nights. He was thankful to be able to share it with Kiwo.

Yoongi looked over at Kiwo, who was currently on the opposite side of the couch in the fetal position. Small sobs and cries escaped her lips, crying and begging to go back home. It was truly a heartbreaking sight- it ruined the vibes of the midnight sky.

Reaching out a hand, Yoongi gently stroked her back, causing her to flinch away.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. Kiwo was quiet for a moment, a small cry leaving her lips before she nodded.

"I-I don't like this. I don't wanna be like- like this." Kiwo cried out.

"Like what, baby?"

"That! I'm not your baby. I didn't choose this," Kiwo's voice grew angrier, and her breathing quickened. "It's not fair that you made me this way. I don't like it. I want to be able to go to school and see my friends but you took that away from me. You kidnapped me, for Christ's sake, and you just act like all of this is normal. It's not! I bet there's a huge search party going on for me right now!"

Yoongi said nothing but kept eye contact until Kiwo looked away with a blush. It had been a while since her last bout of homesickness, and Yoongi had assumed that she got over it by now. He couldn't be more wrong.

He sighed, not exactly wanting to be the mean one, but seeing no other choice.

"Let's take a look then and see if they're looking for you," Yoongi said, reaching out for the TV remote. He switched it onto the news channel, which showed no sign of Kiwo, only the weather for tomorrow. "See? No one's bothering to look for you."

"That's wrong! It's just not on at this moment," Kiwo tried to stay strong in her convictions, but Yoongi saw the faintest sliver of disappointment and sadness in her eyes. "Check your phone. Google me."

And so he did, and no news articles popped up. No one was concerned with Kiwo's disappearance.

Kiwo stared at the phone, mouth opened wide in disbelief, before breaking down in large sobs.

"I'm all you have, Kiwo. I'm that only one that cares for you." Yoongi grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap for a cuddle. "And I always will. I chose you."

She only continued to cry harder into her hands. The older man thought she would make herself sick with all the crying if she kept up at the rate she was going.

"Why do you do this to me? Why me?" She was screaming now in between sobs, not having any control over her own emotions. "This is sick. You treat me like a baby and fuck me and it's disgusting! You're a sick man, Min Yoongi!"

All Yoongi did was just stare off into the midnight sky, rubbing circles into the small of Kiwo's back.

"You know what," Yoongi calmly said, "I hate your name. I think we should change it."

Kiwo looked at him with a scowl. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a small pair of hands wrapped around his neck, forcing his head into the couch. Her grip was tight and filled with enough malice to kill.

Yoongi grabbed ahold of Kiwo's wrists, ripping her hands off of his neck. The strength of his push managed to make her tumble off Yoongi's lap, her head hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Screams of pain echoed throughout the apartment as Kiwo grasped her head in pain. She squirmed around on the floor in pain.

Yoongi just remained seated, watching her as she cried in pain.

The pain eventually grew to be too much, and Kiwo began crying out for her Daddy. That made Yoongi smile- she was remembering her place. He stood up and picked Kiwo off the ground, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom. Kiwo continued to sob into her hands. Yoongi placed her down gently onto the soft and comfortable bed and began to check her head for any serious injuries. Besides a small bump where the impact was, there seemed to be no serious damage done.

He gently placed a kiss on the bump. Straightening back up, he grabbed the Hello Kitty bottle off of the bedside table. He went towards the bathroom to fill it with water, when Kiwo began to cry out harder, afraid he was leaving her alone.

"I'm just filling up your bottle, calm down, little one," He said, quickly darting into the bathroom to get the job done as quickly as possible. Once the bottle was full, he left the en suite bathroom and Kiwo's cries had reduced down to sniffles.

Yoongi laid down on the bed next to Kiwo, placing the nipple of the bottle next to her lips. She closed them tightly, putting up her usual fight against the baby bottle.

"You need to drink something after all that crying," Yoongi reminded her, "Otherwise your head will only get worse."

Kiwo hesitantly took the baby bottle into her own hands and drank the water with a blush.

"That's a good girl. Do you wanna watch some YouTube before beddy-bye?"

Kiwo nodded, scooting closer to Yoongi, nipple still in her mouth. Yoongi pulled out his phone and played a boring video essay that Kiwo would fall asleep to. This one, in particular, was about archaeology, and with Yoongi having no interest in it as well would hopefully put him to sleep as well. It was beyond a long day, and both Kiwo and Yoongi needed the rest.

The bottle falling and hitting his arm five minutes into the video indicated that Kiwo was fast asleep. He placed the bottle back on the bedside table alongside his phone.

He placed a soft kiss on Kiwo's forehead, murmuring a soft 'I love you' against her skin. He really, truly did love his rambunctious, strong, and sassy little one, whether she was aware of it or not.

Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

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yo umm i was wondering and couldn't find on google so i think you could help me

the shifts in csi (like day shift, graveyard shift etc) are around which times?

Hello, lovely anon,

First of all, my sincere apologies for not having responded to your query in a timely (or, you know, remotely helpful) manner. Not as an excuse, but as an attempt at an explanation, I will tell you that I have been kind of a disaster person lately (much more so than indicated in the linked post, and even much more so this past fall than now) and don’t always have a ton of control over where my mind chooses to focus.

I should also acknowledge that, while I carried out my fall 2021 CSI rewatch (when I didn’t realize I was subsequently going to care about any of these details) with sort of rapt attention, in my (yes, many) subsequent rewatches I have often skipped scenes or storylines that don’t really interest me (e.g., where neither Sara Sidle nor Gil Grissom is anywhere to be found), and I am almost always doing two or three things at once while watching. So it’s certainly more than possible I have missed some non-GSR details in there.

In response to your question, the two things I can tell you with certainty are these:

The CSIs of CSI have three shifts: day shift, swing shift, and night/graveyard shift (this last being what the lead characters of CSI are generally working). Logic would dictate that, with three shifts and 24 hours in a day, the shifts most likely start (and end) eight hours apart. (I will not, however, state that logic necessarily dictates that the shifts each be eight hours, and I will discuss that more below.)

At the end of “Mea Culpa” (05x09), after Warrick, Nick, and Catherine are transferred from night/graveyard shift to swing shift, Warrick tells Grissom, “Well, I got to get some rest. Swing shift starts at four in the afternoon. That’s a big change.”

Based on the above (and what I will discuss below), the best answer I can give is that the shifts should start at the following times (and end approximately, though not necessarily exactly, eight hours later):

Day shift: 8:00 a.m.

Swing shift: 4:00 p.m.

Night/graveyard shift: 12:00 a.m. (midnight).

(I will also note some contradictory information below the cut, although I don’t know the source of that information.)

But the other thing I will note (and for which I will give some possibly excessive examples below the cut) is that CSI does a pretty terrible job of keeping track of these kind of workplace logistics. You might have thought the writers and showrunners of what was for a time the most popular scripted TV show in the world (or something like that) would have added a few notes to their show bible about workplace logistics (shift times, scheduling, etc.) but . . . nope, not in any way that is apparent to me! (I find wanting to write a story that is compatible with the internal logic of the show and finding there really is no internal logic of the show to be terribly frustrating.)

Shift times:

Okay, to be honest, the first place I looked for an answer to your query was in @addictedtostorytelling’s wonderful meta, both because she is an expert in (among many other things!) these finer details (e.g., dates on documents shown in the show) and because I was pretty sure I had seen a post from her that addressed shift times.

The only post I could find on the topic was this one, in which the asker states that “we know there are 3 csi shifts: day (7am to 3pm), swing (3pm to 11pm) and night (11pm to 7am).” I don’t know the source of information for that statement. (If anyone else knows, I’d be most grateful if you shared in the comments, so I can update this post!) Honestly, it’s more than possible that CSI has given contradictory information on this subject. But the one place I personally know of a shift start time being given in the show is in Warrick’s statement quoted above.

I also did a general google search on shift times (not specific to CSI or even real-world CSI-type employees). The most common answers I saw were days = 8:00 (or 7:00) a.m. to 4:00 (or 3:00) p.m., swing = 4:00 (or 3:00) p.m. to 12:00 a.m. (or 11:00 p.m.), night/graveyard = 12:00 a.m. (or 11:00 p.m.) to 8:00 (or 7:00) a.m.

In this post on Talk CSI, you can see people trying to answer your question way back in 2006, when the show was airing. One board member there noted that their (forensic, as I understand it) agency had three ten-hour shifts (with two hours of overlap at each end). Another noted that, where they worked (also apparently in the forensic context), the shifts were “12:30 to 8:30, 8:30 to 4:30 and 4:30 to 12:30 working 8 hour shifts.” @figsr kindly advised me that in her (non-forensic) experience shifts would have a half-hour overlap for handover.

I have no personal experience with this, but to me also just logically it would make sense for these shifts to have some sort of overlap for handover—so that, e.g., one team can be dealing with their beginning of shift housekeeping (shifts, assignments, memos from upper management, etc.) while the other is still primarily responsible for calls to the field.

Anyway, based on the above, I can’t give a conclusion on exactly how long the shifts are/when they end. But, as for when the shifts start, my best answer is as given at the top.

The other thing I should probably note here is that the CSIs of CSI do not stop working just because their shifts have ended; when they are in the middle of something that needs to be addressed in a timely manner, they tend to keep going, and they seem to work a lot of double shifts. They also apparently help out other shifts sometimes when necessary. (You’ll note that we see them working during the day a lot, but I don’t know how much of that can be attributed to the issue I discuss below.)

Shift times + scheduling + lack of internal logic (i.e., WTF, CSI?!):

As @addictedtostorytelling discusses in the meta I linked above (which I highly recommend reading, if you’re interested in this topic!), CSI doesn’t make much effort to depict the characters’ work schedules in any sort of realistic way, and drawing inferences about the logistics of the their work schedules is kind of a crapshoot.

Here are a few examples of CSI seeming to ignore its own shift times:

In 01x10, Sara’s asleep with her head on the table in the break room. It’s daylight (looks like morning). She wakes up as the kettle starts whistling. Grissom asks, “Did you sleep here?” Sara responds, “I was working till 4:00 a.m.” —> 4:00 a.m. should be their lunch time. None of this makes any sense.

In 07x08, Sara spends her day waiting to testify in court; they never get to her. Afterwards she goes to talk to Grissom in his office; based on the foregoing it must be late afternoon (maybe around 4:30-5:00 p.m.). Grissom has been working on that episode’s case and must have been on shift since at least the night before. He’s now sitting there reading Thoreau, and she tells him, “I won’t wait up.” —> I know he’s traditionally been a workaholic, and maybe they both have the night off, but it always strikes me as odd (and maybe a bit irresponsible?) that he’s still not heading home, given how long he must have been up and the fact that their usual shift time is in probably close to seven hours (and I always imagine him, as supervisor, arriving early).

At the end of 07x18, the TV reporter says that the suspect confessed earlier that day to the murders of the six showgirls. (The TV newscast is supposedly live, and it’s dark outside where the reporter is. He also states, “The families have organized a candlelight vigil that will begin here tonight.”) Grissom brushes a tear off Sara’s cheek then walks her out of the lab with his arm around her/hand on her back. The hallway has dim lighting and is empty aside from someone (not Natalie Davis!) mopping the floors. It’s giving very “end of the day so the lab’s deserted” vibes. —> But it’s literally never the end of the day there! They work the night shift, and the lab is always humming!

Similarly, in CSIV 1x05, Sara and then Grissom as well (“the matched set”) run into their suspect (Martin Kline) while leaving what is very specifically (i.e., with several establishing shots) shown to be a dark and empty lab. (Like, it’s clearly supposed to feel creepy when Kline first confronts Sara and she’s all alone.) —> But, again, the original CSI showed us that place was never dark and empty! It was always humming!

In 08x01, the security guard at the parking lot from which Sara was abducted says that Sara “eats at the veggie place downstairs a couple times a week.” When Catherine asks when she was there that night, he says, “I don’t know, like 7:30, maybe. That’s when she usually comes.” —> Sara eating at 7:30 p.m. is like someone who works a 9-5 job eating at about 4:30 a.m. (I also feel like their working hours are so erratic that, if she were able to pull off anything regular a couple times per week, it would be something regular she could do with Grissom—like maybe sitting down to a nice relaxed home-cooked rather than take-out meal twice per week.)

Shift times aren’t the only issue, though.

In 02x15, for example, Sara’s “Request for Leave of Absence” form states that her work week is “Tue - Sat grave.” Now, I don’t pay much heed to the CSI props department. (They did give us these nonsensical ID cards, after all.) But this would make a lot of sense to me—the CSIs all having a staggered work week, with two regular, consecutive scheduled days off each. Only . . . we don’t ever really see anything like that?

At the end of 03x22, Sara notes that the schedule says Grissom has the night off, and, when he confirms, she then adds, “Me, too.” It certainly doesn’t sound like this is a regular (weekly) occurrence. But in truth I can’t remember ever actually seeing two of our CSIs have the night off together. We almost never see them having a night off at all. Even in 03x03, when we are told Sara had the night off, it’s in the context of Grissom having called her in to work.

(I think there are a very small number of examples of one of the CSIs actually having a night off—e.g., in 03x09, Catherine has a couple days off but stops by the lab to pick something up for Lindsey’s birthday.)

Admittedly, I get this one, because of course the showrunners want for the most part for the whole cast (especially its major players, the CSIs) to be onscreen throughout every episode. So the subject of days off would have to be fudged. But it strikes me as funny that, in 04x12, when Nick is absent for the entire episode, they don’t take the opportunity to show someone having their regular days off; instead, Sara tells us he’s at the “American Academy of Forensic Science convention” (even though it’s about a month early for the AAFS conference).

Another matter that makes no logistical sense to me is the staffing changes that go on during and immediately after season 05.

In the pilot, the graveyard shift is five CSIs (including Holly Gribbs) plus Brass, who presumably does a lot of paperwork. Then Sara takes Holly’s spot and Brass is transferred out, so it’s just five very qualified CSIs (and no wonder Grissom is always behind on his paperwork, with Brass gone).

By season 5, graveyard shift is up to five and a half CSIs, basically, with Greg’s inclusion as a CSI-in-training. Then Ecklie decides to mix things up (i.e., punish Grissom and his pals), and he splits them into two shifts, adding only Sofia (to the graveyard shift). So then graveyard has three and a half CSIs (four once Greg makes CSI I), and swing shift has three CSIs. In 05x11, Ecklie acknowledges swing shift is short a couple bodies and blames budget constraints. But, if swing shift is short a couple bodies, graveyard shift must be short a body, too, even once Greg makes CSI I. How can budget constraints suddenly necessitate them being down that many bodies—especially when by season six Ecklie can somehow justify letting them now have six full CSIs on graveyard shift? Also, we know the swing shift supervisor was transferred to days to replace Ecklie, but what happened to the rest of the previous swing shift?

Now, my petty headcanon would be that the entire day shift save for Sofia quits when Ecklie gets promoted because the thought of him as assistant lab director is unbearable to them, as a result of which he moves the entire swing shift to days and pretends the staff shortages are due to budget cuts. But I find it kind of funny (again!) that, during the fifth season, when CSI really was on top of the world (e.g., ratings, cast winning the SAG award, Tarantino directing “Grave Danger”), the showrunners couldn’t at least have found a couple warm bodies to show up occasionally to round out the swing shift (even if Ecklie was punishing Grissom and his shift by leaving the graveyard shift understaffed). (In 05x16, Catherine is shown talking to three randoms in “forensics” coveralls, one of whom calls her “boss,” but no explanation is given as to who they are, and I think that’s the most we ever see in that regard.)

Anyway, thank you so much for your question, and my apologies for rambling with some of my CSI logistics grievances. My best answer to your question is as given at the top. If you should have another question, please feel free to send it my way—barring any acts of God, etc. (unforeseeable future events), I will most almost certainly be able to manage a more prompt response!

#asked and answered #anon #my thoughts and feelings on the two lovely science nerds #i mean not really so much but that is the only meta tag i have #csi logistics #csi meta #meta: csi

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